Her name is Brienne, Jaime said. Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?Her broad homely face turned red. Yes.Oh, good, Jaime said. I only rescue maidens.
The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts.
I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. Nothing in life is easy. But that’s no reason to give up. You’ll be surprised what you can accomplish if you set your mind to it. After all, you only have one life, so you should try to make the most of it.
I did this one movie with a great director named Wayne Kramer. It was ‘Crossing Over,’ and Harrison Ford, Ashley Judd and Ray Liotta were in it. I was one of the leads, and I thought this was it. It got shelved for two years, and then it was in theaters maybe a week. After that, I adopted a philosophy of, ‘Hope for the best, expect the worst.’
Yes, you need a passport to prove to the world that you exist. The people at passport control, they cannot look at you and see you are a person. No! They have to look at a little photograph of you. Then they believe you exist.
We are often taught to look for the beauty in all things, so in finding it, the layman asks the philosopher while the philosopher asks the photographer.
As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain!
Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.
We are creators, and yet we naively play the role of the created. We see ourselves as helpless sheep buffeted around by the God who made us. We kneel like frightened children, begging for help, for forgiveness, for good luck. But once we realize that we are truly created in the Creator’s image, we will start to understand that we, too, must be Creators. When we understand this fact, the doors will burst wide open for human potential.
It is the privilege of the gods to want nothing, and of godlike men to want little.
You have no idea about presents or what they mean. The lastpresent you gave me was a stick.”“You wanted a weapon.”“It was a stick.”“It had a bow on it.”“It was a stick.”“I thought you liked the stick. You laughed.
Everyone has a sense of humor. If you don’t laugh at jokes, you probably laugh at opinions.
Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on–that is, badly.
For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Without philosophy man cannot know what he makes; without religion he cannot know why.
I am philosophical Christ; crucified on the cross of ignorance for the sake ofdivine vanity.
What is to be, will be, and no prayers of ours can arrest the decree.
There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can’t do.
What a waste my life would be without all the beautiful mistakes I’ve made.
The hardest thing in the world is to let go of who you once thought you were and to manifest your true self, at the risk of being unloved. This is self-actualization.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.
You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
I like to have a martini,Two at the very most.After three I’m under the table,after four I’m under my host.
Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.
Autobiography begins with a sense of being alone. It is an orphan form.
You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he’s really just hoping he makes it all the way across?
He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else.
Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier.
There’s a sorrow and pain in everyone’s life, but every now and then there’s a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?
It’s only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth – and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.
No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.
Life keeps throwing me lemons because I make the best lemonade…
Honesty and openness is always the foundation of insightful dialogue.
Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!’
‘Not good enough! Don’t mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.
No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.
You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don’t use logic when I do it. Logic’s the first thing you have to get rid of.
Don’t tell me about your god with your words. Show me about your god with your actions.
What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn’t be trusted?
Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what your nerves let you do.
Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. “Life isn’t about the past and the future. It’s about today.” He paused. “It’s about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It’s moments, you know? Not years. Years aren’t what define us.
One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy.
Philosophy does not claim to secure for us anything outside our control. Otherwise it would be taking on matters that do not concern it. For as wood is the material of the carpenter, and marble that of the sculptor, so the subject matter of the art of life is the life of the self.
There are 10,000 books in my library, and it will keep growing until I die. This has exasperated my daughters, amused my friends and baffled my accountant. If I had not picked up this habit in the library long ago, I would have more money in the bank today; I would not be richer.
If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.
…nothing ever happens quickly (except when it does). Nothing is ever, ever easy (except when it is). And, most of all, nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan (except in the movies).
No, this trick won’t work… How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
What do I care how ‘e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!
Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.