How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.'s Tales from the Secret Annex
Well, I certainly don't, said Percy sanctimoniously. I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days. Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce? said Fred. That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway! said Percy, going very red in the face. It was nothing personal! It was, Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. We sent it.
I have lightning and wind powers, Jason reminded him. Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs. You're no more a freak than we are. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell 'Flame on!'Leo snorted. If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!
He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.[On British Labour politician Stafford Cripps.]
Winston S. Churchill
Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.I've had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can't take more.You mean you can't take less, said the Hatter: it's very easy to take more than nothing.Nobody asked your opinion, said Alice.
When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.
I never found beauty in longing for the impossible and never found the possible to be beyond my reach.
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
So the unwanting soulsees what's hidden,and the ever-wanting soulsees only what it wants.
Do the kind of things that come from the heart, When you do, you won't be dissatisfied, you won't be envious, you won't be longing for somebody else's things. On the contrary, you'll be overhelmed with what comes back
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
Poem by Howard A. Walter (Character)I would be true, for there are those who trust me;I would be pure, for there are those who care;I would be strong, for there are those who suffer;I would be brave, for there is much to dare.I would be friend of all--- the foe, the friendless;I would be giving and forget the gift;I would be humble, for I know my weakness;I would look up and laugh and love and lift.
John C. Maxwell
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
There is force in the universe, which, if we permit it, will flow through us and produce miraculous results.
His habit of reading isolated him: it became such a need that after being in company for some time he grew tired and restless; he was vain of the wider knowledge he had acquired from the perusal of so many books, his mind was alert and he had not the skill to hide his contempt for his companions' stupidity. They complained that he was conceited; and, since he excelled only in matters which to them were unimportant, they asked satirically what he had to be conceited about. He was developing a sense of humour and found that he had a knack of saying bitter things, which caught people on the raw; he said them because they amused him, hardly realising how much they hurt and was much offended when he found that his victims regarded him with active dislike. The humiliations he suffered when he first went to school had caused in him a shrinking from his fellows which he could never entirely overcome; he remained shy and silent. But though he did everything to alienate the sympathy of other boys he longed with all his heart for the popularity which to some was so easily accorded. These from his distance he admired extravagantly; and though he was inclined to be more sarcastic with them than with others, though he made little jokes at their expense, he would have given anything to change places with them.
W. Somerset Maugham
Lucy: You learn more when you lose Charlie Brown: Well then I must be the smartest person in world!!!
Charles M. Schulz
I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.
Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.
Sarah Addison Allen
ROSE: I love you, Jack.JACK: No...don’t say your goodbyes, Rose. Don’t you give up. Don’t do it.ROSE: I’m so cold.JACK: You’re going to get out of this...you’re going to go on and you’re going to make babies and watch them grow and you’re going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here...Not this night. Do you understand me?ROSE: I can’t feel my body.JACK: Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor...promise me you will survive....that you will never give up...not matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now and never let go of that promise.ROSE: I promise.JACK: Never let go.ROSE: I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go. Titanic Script Book
Does such a thing as the fatal flaw, that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?
You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you've gone through hell And I say I can't stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy and when There's nothing more you can do I am gonna blame it on you It's not the way I want to be I only hope that in the end you will see It's the Opheliac in me
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.
If you are not vegan, please consider going vegan. It’s a matter of nonviolence. Being vegan is your statement that you reject violence to other sentient beings, to yourself and to the environment, on which all sentient beings depend.
Gary L. Francione
Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.
Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasures, leaving us only the appetite for them and it brings with it all sufferings. Nevertheless, we fear death and we desire old age.
For every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is none.If there be one, try and find it;If there be none, never mind it.
Mother Goose Rhymes
A good marriage is good because one or both of them have learned to overlook the other's faults, to love the other as they are and to not attempt to change them or bring them to repentance.
I had always been taught that the pursuit of happiness was my natural (even national) birthright. It is the emotional trademark of my culture to seek happiness. Not just any kind of happiness, either, but profound happiness, even soaring happiness. And what could possibly bring a person more soaring happiness than romantic love.
How he could be a good user of LSD, I asked, And know about the spiritual dimension - all that sort of thing - and still be a crook? I don't understand.Then it's time you did. Psychedelic drugs don't change you - they don't change you character - unless you want to be changed. They enable change; they can't impose it...
I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would, in the same process, create something as unnatural as humanity in its own image. I believe in God, but not as a he or she or an it, but as something that defines my ability to conceptualize within the rather paltry frames of reference I have on hand.
The innocence of children is what makes them stand out as a shining example to the rest of Mankind.
I’d like to have the chance to decide what my life will be like, I think that’s the best present anyone can get. The chance to decide what your life will be like.
The surgeons' market is imaginary, since there is nothing wrong with women's faces or bodies that social change won't cure; so the surgeons depend for their income on warping female self-perception and multiplying female self-hatred.
I had this daft idea to come and bury the past. Except the past is not quite dead.
I learned long ago that when change comes, you gotta slow down and take note of it. In the midst of that change is all the possibility in the world.'s Homemade Heart-fix Remedy
Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.
What I did not know yet about hunger, but would find out over the next twenty-one years, was that brilliant theorists of economics do not find it worthwhile to spend time discussing issues of poverty and hunger. They believe that these will be resolved when general economic prosperity increases. These economists spend all their talents detailing the process of development and prosperity, but rarely reflect on the origin and development of poverty and hunger. A a result, poverty continues.
When mind exists undisturbed in the Way, nothing in the world can offend and when a thing can no longer offend it ceases to exist in the old way. When no discriminating thoughts arise, the old mind ceases to exist.
You make me feel at home in my own skin and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.
John Mark Green
Only the weak invite their demons to live with them. Isn't that right?
Maria V. Snyder
Compassion is nothing one feels with the intellect alone. Compassion is particular; it is never general.
I didn't give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words straight and collect my A.
Strangely, I thought of the emotion I ought to feel without feeling it, as impartial as a National Geographic field researcher, carefully watching the events and chronicling them in a notebook. Deirdre finds that she is saddened by the news of her grandmother's death and moreover, suddenly fears for the rest of her family and friends.'s Deception
Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.
The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.
You want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes.
Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love.
Kusanagi had met plenty of good, admirable people who’d been turned into murderers by circumstance. There was something about them he always seemed to sense, an aura that they shared. Somehow, their transgression freed them from the confines of a mortal existence, allowing them to perceive the great truths of the universe. At the same time, it meant they had one foot in forbidden territory. They straddled the line between sanity and madness.
There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The stronger twin develops normally, while the weaker twin crumples and is encased by the body of the stronger twin, where it becomes a parasite. The result is a single child, plagued by a twin-shaped fossil inside. Like a tumor.In death Rose became Linden’s parasitic twin. They were two separate organisms once, growing steadily beside each other. Two pulses. Two brains. But she has crumpled and died and still he carries her inside himself. She goes where he goes, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, a shadow behind his ribs.