Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Domestic discord is not inevitably and fatally necessary; but yet it is not easy to avoid.
The drama's laws the drama's patrons give. For we that live to please must please to live.
The reciprocal civility of authors is one of the most risible scenes in the farce of life.
Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured, and little to be enjoyed.
Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.
Few things are so liberally bestowed, or squandered with so little effect, as good advice.
To be a clergyman, and all that is compassionate and virtuous, ought to be the same thing.
Great allowances ought to be made for the petulance of persons labouring under ill-health.
There's all kinds of ways to wean yourself off of sugar - because it is like an addiction.
People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less
Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.
It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.
Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.
There are none so deaf as those listening to ‘All by Myself’ over and over and over again.
There's a kind of emptiness at the center of life ... nothing to form your life on, or by.
Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.
It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.
Why is it when you want the ground to swallow you whole, it decides to stop trying? -Ethon
Are we even now? Or do you want to rape my body as much as you’ve raped my soul? (Acheron)
Akri done left his Simi on his arm for far too long. She done got tired and cranky. (Simi)
Like this cake. It’s really very good. (Arik) As the girth to my hips will attest. (Geary)
You see, the thing about dreams is that it’s never really too late to make them come true.
I had never believed in the sacred nature of literature. God had died when I was fourteen.
I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.
In truth we need to change the society itself, men as well as women, to change everything.
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
Sometimes I think we can tell how important it is to risk by how dangerous it is to do so.
Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die.
Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.
SABLE- A common knitting acronym that stands for Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.
It is to be observed that 'angling' is the name given to fishing by people who can't fish.
Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.
The function of abundance is not to possess things but to use them and gather experiences.
How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?
Writing in the voice of an American slave felt like I was biting off something very large.
I'm always captivated by stories of women who find a way to be daring - misbehaving women.
I do visit the church every Christmas, spend time with family and close friends at dinner.
I surf online if I want some new combinations of workouts, and include them in my routine.
I am a homebody and don't socialise. If it was left to me, I would also quit social media.
Time eventually positions most photographs, even the most amateurish, at the level of art.
The truth is balance. However the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.
There is a terrible, mean American resentment toward a writer who tries to do many things.
Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.
When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.
Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.
I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.
I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.