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She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.
and i was right here , almost right within reach , but still one thousand mile away
I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.
Cisco has not and does not design products for the purpose of political censorship.
Very great change starts from very small conversations, held among people who care.
Bullying is the result of an unequal power dynamic - the strong attacking the weak.
Many think that when they have confessed a fault there is no need of correcting it.
A book cannot easily be too bad for the general public, but may easily be too good.
Never strive, O artist, to create what you are not irresistibly impelled to create!
In no way did I allow reality as it was to intrude on reality as I wanted it to be.
Some pain you can distance yourself from, but a headache sits right where you live.
Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.
Long before they slump into poverty, great powers succumb to a poverty of ambition.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.
When you write a book, you're an expert, and people look at you in a different way.
People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.
There are few things as toxic as a bad metaphor. You can't think without metaphors.
Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.
Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.
... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?
The sky was as blue as a stupid postcard, and the islands were as green as islands.
I think kids are excited by language, and they're not always given credit for that.
I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.
By ourselves we suffer serious limitations. Together we can be something wonderful.
Whether of not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.
No owl is afraid of the night, no snake of the swamp and no traitor of the treason!
Peaceful and kind one monk is more valuable than violent and rude ten thousand men!
Intellectual is a parrot; wise man is a crow. One is repetitive; other is creative!
If you want to do something very praiseworthy and very saintly, make a child happy!
There is nothing more beautiful than living a simple life in this complex universe!
Civil disobedience is a lever which can move the world by using peace as a fulcrum.
In Jupiter, there are Earth-Size storms; and in Earth, there are Jupiter-Size lies!
As a good man, if you throw a stone to a bad person, you yourself become a bad man!
Beautiful places are almost alive! When you visit them, you can feel their breaths!
Do the difficult thing; you can then have something that you can be truly proud of!
Even in the middle of barking dogs, you can hear the footsteps of a big revolution!
For ambitious and greedy, there exists no summit, but only climbing up perpetually.
From whichever direction or from whoever the light comes to you, always welcome it!
It is impossible for a dove to catch a swallow, for a clever man to catch a genius.
Man will always remain an unsuccessful creature till he stops being a mortal being!
Observe everything silently, like a little bird! This invites the angels of wisdom!
Only the hardest roads make us really feel that we are alive! Leave the easy roads!
Sometimes the world sits at a corner and waits for you to fail! Surprise the world!
With stones, you can build walls to separate people or build bridges to unite them.
People who know me now can't believe I used to be shy, but in some ways I still am.
Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?
It wasn't a love story." -Tar's dad It was a love story. Me, Gemma, and junk." -Tar