• Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
  • You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need. (Rolling Stones)
  • I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. (The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald)
  • Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages... (Rebecca Wells)
  • Wine comes in at the mouth / and love comes in at the eye; / that’s all we shall know for truth / before we grow old and die. / I lift the glass to my mouth; / I look at you, and sigh. (William Butler Yeats)
  • Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion. (Tennessee Williams)
  • Passion makes the old medicine new: Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixer that renews: How can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue: Seek passion, seek passion, seek passion! (Rumi)
  • Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. (Arthur Miller)
  • You shall love your crooked neighbor with all your crooked heart. (W.H. Auden)
  • What a strange illusion to suppose that beauty is goodness. (Leo Tolstoy)
  • Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
  • Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved. (Helen Keller)
  • Though I have changed, I am the same. My only anxiety is, how can I be of use in the world? (Vincent van Gogh)
  • I spin a cocoon around myself; let others do the same. I shall leave it to time to show what will come of it: a brilliant butterfly or a maggot. (Caspar David Friedrich)
  • If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up? (Chuck Palahniuk)
  • No matter what anyone tells you, words and ideas can change the world. (Dead Poets Society)
  • To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down. (Woody Allen)
  • It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what. (Hugh Laurie as Dr. Gregory House)
  • It is at the edge of a petal that love waits. (William Carlos Williams)
  • Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; / if you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!" (Thomas Parke D'Invilliers)
  • For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get outta your head, so that when your lips finally touch, you can feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot, so deep, that you never want to come up for air." (Grey's Anatomy)
  • Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light. (Theodore Roethke)
  • I saw a man once when I was very young. He stood on a rock high in the mountains. His arms were spread out and his body bent backward and I could see him as an arc against the sky. He stood still and tense, trembling to a note of ecstasy no man had ever heard. I’ve never known who he was. I knew only that this was what life should be. (Ayn Rand)
  • It’s not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness. (Jonathan Safran Foer)
  • We are never so much disposed to quarrel with others as when we are dissatisfied with ourselves. (William Hazlitt)
  • Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul. (Joyce Carol Oates)
  • Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. (Neil Gaiman)
  • What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life — to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories. (George Eliot)
  • Another year is fast approaching. Go be that starving artist you’re afraid to be. Open up that journal and get poetic finally. Volunteer. Suck it up and travel. You were not born here to work and pay taxes. You were put here to be part of a vast organism to explore and create. Stop putting it off. The world has much more to offer than what’s on 15 televisions at TGI Fridays. Take pictures. Scare people. Shake up the scene. Be the change you want to see in the world. (Jason Mraz)
  • Stop trying to control everything, and just let go... let go! (Tyler Durden, Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk)
  • Ordinary is the door for extraordinary. (Osho)
  • You are rewarding a teacher poorly if you remain always a pupil. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
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