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music alone can abolish differences of language or culture between two people and evoke something indestructible within them.
Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.
It's true of Irish Catholic families. They're big on story telling and big on saving stories from one generation to the next.
I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.
Crackers!” said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly.
And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'The Boy Who Scored'— whatever they call you these days.
Sukhvinder wished that she could be more like Krystal: funny and tough; impossible to intimidate; always coming out fighting.
'You all righ'?' he said gruffly. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'No, yeh're not,' said Hagrid. 'Of course yeh're not. But yeh will be.'
Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.
I'm happy to talk in general themes, but when we get down to specifics about my family, for me that's always been off-limits.
My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.
Now, whenever I need to go online, I confine myself to a tight circle: Gmail, MLB.com, NYTimes.com, Slate and maybe Facebook.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
People only say I'm angry because I'm black and I'm a woman. But all sorts of people write with strong feeling, the way I do.
Remember, to hate, to be violent, is demeaning. It means you're afraid of the other side of the coin -- to love and be loved.
A single seed of fact will produce in a season or two a harvest of calumnies; but sensible men will pay no attention to them.
It is ill changing the creed to meet each rising temptation. The soul is truer than it seems, and refuses to be trifled with.
There was no being displeased with such an encourager, for his admiration made him discern a likeness before it was possible.
I can never be important to any one.' 'What is to prevent you?' 'Every thing — my situation — my foolishness and awkwardness.
Mr. Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded without difficulty, upon Mrs. Elton's beginning to talk to him.
...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.
Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.
Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly
I know that attaching memories to books may be going out of the world, but while it lasts, it's a strong record of your life.
I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.
When I think about a book like 'A Clockwork Orange,' which I really loved, the weird hybrid language is what I remember most.
Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.
Ironically, in today's marketplace successful nonfiction has to be unbelievable, while successful fiction must be believable.
Let me begin by saying that I am one of those naturally wary people who considers the verb return a kind of insidious threat.
I've always been sort of interested in the rural countryside. Things happen out there that are very strange to city dwellers.
The difference is this: If you write a good book, it'll get published. If you have a great screenplay, there is no guarantee.
Yes, there is a ton of information on the web, but much of it is egregiously inaccurate, unedited, unattributed and juvenile.
I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.
Teenage life - possibly adult life too is all about what you want and can’t have. And then about what you receive and misuse.
They had...finished their lives before their death - which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.
For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.
During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland
Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring.
Being cross-genre, you can encounter an image and decide not only how to best express it but what form would express it best.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
Sometimes just looking at [my parents] I wanted to bash their heads with a tire iron. Not to kill them, just to wake them up.
I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.
I pretty much admire anybody who has the discipline and the will to make a career out of fighting. It takes buckets of nerve.
One need hardly dwell on the catastrophic possibility of uttering a bantering remark only to discover it wholly inappropriate
I remember reading Dostoevsky's 'The Idiot' in my grandmother's Moscow apartment and feeling this call to be a better person.
once a policy, like a set of steel rails, had been laid down for him by his superiors, his obedience ran along it unswerving.
Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.