I think it’s kinda nice.’ And I did. my mom isn’t famous for her pies. No, she’s famous for defusing a nuclear device in Brussels with only a pair of cuticle scissors and a ponytail holder. Somehow, at the moment, pies seemed cooler.
Piece of Heaven? No, that other place I’m going to go to for thinking what I’m thinking.
Stairs, Valkyrie said, disappointed.Not just ordinary stairs, Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. Magic stairs.Really?Oh, yes.She followed him into the darkness. How are they magic?They just are.In what way?In a magicky way.She glared at the back of his head. They aren’t magic at all, are they?Not really.
I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.
Max, you’re the last of the hybrids who still has…a soul.’ … ‘She doesn’t have soul,’ Gazzy scoffed. ‘Have you ever seen her dance?
I can’t give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you’d set it on fire.
Do not do that again, he said stiffly.Don’t kiss me back then, I retorted.He stared at me for what seemed like forever. I don’t give ‘Zen lessons’ to hear myself talk. I don’t give them because you’re another student. I’m doing this to teach you control.You’re doing a great job, I said bitterly.
If we’re going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don’t know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don’t want them to die of excitement.
An original idea. That can’t be too hard. The library must be full of them.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.
I do this real moron thing, and it’s called thinking. And apparently I’m not a very good American because I like to form my own opinions.
Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.
Well, that’s your opinion, isn’t it? And I’m not about to waste my time trying to change it.
From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
Sometimes when I’m talking, my words can’t keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice.
Some people say, “Never let them see you cry.” I say, if you’re so mad you could just cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?
Honesty will guide you to goodness, and goodness will invite you to heaven.
To see me does not necessarily mean to see my face. To understand my thoughts is to have seen me.
We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize that we only have one.
I am an optimist… I choose to be. There is a lot of darkness in our world, there is a lot of pain and you can choose to see that or you can choose to see the joy. If you try to respond positively to the world, you will spend your time better.
When you were born you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, your’re the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.
Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.
Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.
Have you ever seen the stars in the night? See them closely, they will tell you, how to be open, how to love and how to shine and twinkle without any differences and jealousy of other stars.
Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.
For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them.
I’ve come to the conclusion that people who wear headphones while they walk, are much happier, more confident, and more beautiful individuals than someone making the solitary drudge to work without acknowledging their own interests and power.
After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that’s what makes you strong.
A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.
There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there’s loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or another.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
I’m not a bad person. I haven’t killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I don’t kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
I have noticed that even those who assert that everything is predestined and that we can change nothing about it still look both ways before they cross the street.
If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won’t get either a life or a death that means anything.
CALVIN:
This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn’t make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery?
If the guy exists why doesn’t he ever show himself and prove it?
And if he doesn’t exist what’s the meaning of all this?
HOBBES:
I dunno. Isn’t this a religious holiday?
CALVIN:
Yeah, but actually, I’ve got the same questions about God.
A bend in the road is not the end of the road…Unless you fail to make the turn.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don’t
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
If you’ve never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.
I can’t decide whether I’m a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I’m a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that’s how I know I’m a woman!
Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.
It’s not at all hard to understand a person; it’s only hard to listen without bias.
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
Okay, then I’ll just say I love you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you are. I’m only content when you’re near. My whole purpose is to be what you need me to be. It’s not poetry, but it’s from my heart. Will that do?