Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
You can't really get to know a person until you get in their shoes and walk around in them.
That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?
There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.
For parents to restrain the inclinations of their children in marriage is an usurped power.
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?
A thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true.
Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.
A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.
A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.
Possibly the words materialism and spirituality express two sides of one and the same fact.
Those sweetly smiling angels with pensive looks, innocent faces, and cash-boxes for hearts.
The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.
Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.
On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.
I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.
Holy Joy were a cult '80s band led by the wonderful songwriting genius that is Johny Brown.
As soon as you've written it, you're thinking about how it can move into different mediums.
It's really odd that I've got this kind of sullen reputation - I never saw myself that way.
I tried to write 'Trainspotting' in standard English, but people weren't talking like that.
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.
There is danger in courage. Cowardice is a power for good. We hardly know what it prevents.
I read 'Love in the Time of Cholera' when I was 19, and I still think about the characters.
God give us men. The time demands strong minds, great hearts, true faith and willing hands.
Failure is not fun. It can be awful. But living so cautiously that you never fail is worse.
Because that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.
Sounded like a load of waffle to me." "There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle.
Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.
It has certainly never been news to me that a brave and brilliant man could love other men.
I like the distinction. It enables me to have more easygoing encounters in my private life.
Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.
No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.
Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.
I'm sometimes afraid I'll cross a line and it'll be difficult to come back, say, to dinner.
Where all are selfish, the sage is no better than the fool, and only rather more dangerous.
Men are made by nature unequal. It is vain, therefore, to treat them as if they were equal.
Liberty in Islam is the liberty to be a Muslim, democracy likewise, individualism likewise.
Nor, in our own country, must we fail to take notice of the establishment of School Boards.
To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.
On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provisions for discourse.
There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison
She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to so great a man.
Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
What if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you’d been preparing for them?
In 'Bayou Magic,' I write about African goddess-mermaids who accompanied slaves to America.