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Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.
One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.
Indigenous people believe that Man belongs to the World; civilized people believe that the World belongs to Man.
Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.
Can Protagonist think of a single film that interests him as much as the three-hundredth best book he ever read?
I absolutely love Dorothy Dunnett's 'House of Niccolo' series and the 'Lymond Chronicles.' They are so detailed.
There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.
What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?
There is nothing more boring for an intelligent woman than to spend endless amounts of time with small children.
Verily, God hath eighteen thousand worlds; and verily, your world is one of them, and this its bright axle-tree.
Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
It is your enemies who keep you straight. For real use one active, sneering enemy is worth two ordinary friends.
My family is filled with wonderful storytellers. I lack their gift of gab, so it's a relief to be able to write.
My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. ... Roast Beef, Medium, is safe, and sane, and sure.
Centuries roll, customs change, but, ever since the time of the earliest mother, woman yearns to be the soother.
What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
For one quarter, Black Tiger lets me escape from my rotten existence for three glorious hours. Pretty good deal.
Nothing is more seductive for a man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering.
Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.
Civilization has made man, if not always more bloodthirsty, at least more viciously, more horribly bloodthirsty.
For what is man without desires, without free will, and without the power of choice but a stop in an organ pipe?
But gamblers know how a man can sit for almost twenty-four hours at cards, without looking to right, or to left.
The mere habit of writing, of constantly keeping at it, of never giving up, ultimately teaches you how to write.
I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.
Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.
There are numerous layers to truth, and the simple and superficial statement of facts cannot satisfy the writer.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.
... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.
But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.
A sahib has got to act like a sahib; he has got to appear resolute, to know his own mind and do definite things.
One defeats a fanatic precisely by not being a fanatic oneself, but on the contrary by using one's intelligence.
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?
If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.
He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.
I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.
In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves'.
You can't just pick people for their hair color or the shape of their face. You have to go with the best actors.
black isn't beautiful and it isn't ugly - black is! It's not kinky hair and it's not straight hair - it just is.
Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.
I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.
I have found that words that are loaded with pathos and create a seductive euphoria are apt to promote nonsense.
It never occurs to you when you are very young to need something other than what your parents have to offer you.
You see, things being good has nothing to do with how you feel outside, it is all to do with how you are inside.