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Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

There was a day when writers actually read," he grumbles. "They could quote Keats and Socrates. Now anyone with a keyboard and a fifth-grade education can call themselves a writer.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani," Thomas replies.

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.

Don´t let egos get in the way to ruin your day. If someone holds their inflated ego, blow it away!

Try not to be a man or woman of success, but rather a man or woman of inspiration. If you’re successful, they will flock to you for money or fame, but if you’re inspirational, they will flock to you because they love your soul and how you change theirs.

If your dreams don't scare you, they are not big enough.

I am a citizen of this country,” I declare, “and Mr. Mayor, tonight I will be a citizen of this city when I put my shoes under my bed. The courageous men, women and children who are with me (blocked from crossing the bridge into NYC) are also citizens of this country and will be sleeping near their shoes too. I want them with me tonight, here, in the city of New York. We are all American citizens.” — Mother Jones

When we’ve been travelling around I’ve often thought: Oh, this would be a good place to be, and that would be an excellent place to live. And yet, after I’ve seen everything I’ve decided that home, wherever that may be, is the place for feelings of peace. And if I can be at peace with myself then that is the most important thing. I think travelling teaches one that.

Love is the light of our soul which lets us see the beauty of this world.

Begin to learn.

Its hard to say what's wrong when nothing is going right!

Note for a moment do I take you for a truth that is real,' Ivan exclaimed in what even amounted to fury. 'You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost. Only I do not know how to destroy you, and perceive that for a certain time I must suffer you. You are a hallucination I am having. You are the embodiment of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and emotions, though only those that are most loathsome and stupid. In that regard you might even be of interest to me, if only I had time to throw away on you ...

The more books you read, the less topics you have in common with most of the people, that´s the price you pay for reading.

Sacred existence fuels the heart of gratitude.

A Reader lives life (personal) within Life (social).

I think music is seasonal. In the summer my taste changes.

What I've learned to do is be certain that I am uncertain. To revel in the fuzziness of my understanding of the world. And to look with great anticipation toward the next moment I'll figure out that I'm wrong about something. And that lets you get on this trajectory where you just become more and more and more open.

The circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

Every good tree shall bear fruits in the sacred season.

Have you ever noticed how pretty and beautiful words can be? How easy it is to say the things you think someone wants to hear. How you can affect a person’s entire day with just a few measly sentences?

Does someone else care as much about you as I do?

Ma had been very fashionable, before she married Pa, and a dressmaker had made her clothes.

For aeons past, there were many gods who descended to be humans, yet there were not many humans who ascended back to their divinity.

Life is about the adventures you take and the memories you make. So travel often and live life with open eyes and an open heart.

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.

When we pour out our miseries, He hears a melody of us needing and desiring what only He can give.

It is the devotee's job to chant God's name. It is God's business to keep count.

If you want to change people around you , Start from yourself.

You are engaging in madness. I feel obliged to accompany you.

Vân Uoc decided that she too would get to know the book inside out. And something miraculous happened when they were about a quarter of the way through reading it. After weeks of ploughing and hesitating, something clicked; she stopped stumbling over the unknown words and long sentences. Words magically started to reveal meaning, most of the time anyway, through context. And the sentences themselves stopped being obstacles and started telling a story. Her eyes were racing ahead; she was comprehending the shape and rhythm of the language.

You can't please all men, but you must desire to please God and love Him forever more.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

Transform your desire into love, and limits start to lose their usefulness.

Darkness had been essentially banished from the Earth. It had become a choice.

Life sucks, then you die.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

No one is only one thing, my dear.

He thought: that's certainly how it starts. One day a person puts his legs up on a bench, then night comes and he falls asleep. That's how it happens that one fine day a person joins the tramps and turns into one of them.

What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.

The best things in life are things you have to fight for.

Human beings, to me, are rather like electrical appliances that need to be charged regularly, and prayer is a way of plugging into that charge.

Meaning 'by way of the anus'. 'Per Annum', with two n's, means 'yearly'. The correct answer to the question, 'What is the birthrate per anum?' is zero (one hopes).

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

We can depend on nobody in this world, and sometimes we even betray ourselves

Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.

Today is filled with solutions, be positive and enthusiastic at ALL times. Why worry or live in fear, it will probably never happen!

Sometimes all you need in your life is anything strange because strange things can revive your soul just like a cold water freshening your pale face with every splash!

Sometimes stupid is crime enough.

As a traveler, I've often found that the more a culture differs from my own, the more I am struck by its essential humanity.

What'd you want to talk about?""Just to commend you on your revenge last night. It must have been fiendish. Of course, I can only imagine since there wasn't a mark on Chase this morning, only residual bliss.""He heals fast! I whaled on his face. Must've been thirty hits."Natalya's lips quirked. "You're glowing like a Lite-Brite.""Shut it, fairy.

What to do with life? Get out of bed, Derek. That’s what you do. You get out of bed, and you get yourself a cup of fucking coffee. That’s all you can do.

This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn't seem to like my own company. I decided to I had to make myself into someone I can live with.

The presence of even a single poor child on the street means a million defeats for mankind.

Leave yesterday in yesterday. If yesterday cannot add value to YOUR today, then it has no place and serves no purpose.

It's like the seasons. When they start, you're one kind of person, and then when they end, you're somebody different.

The German pilot had come up and was standing by smiling as Mr. Parker Pyne finished answering a long interrogation which he had not understood."What have I said?" he asked of the German"That your father's Christian name is Tourist, that your profession is Charles, that the maiden name of your mother is Baghdad, and that you have come from Harriet.

If you don't like something in your life, look only at who you are.

Whenever you have a problem, take a few minutes to meditate. You’ll be amazed at the renewed clarity that you’ll bring to the issue.