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Most important, in order to find real happiness, you must learn to love yourself for the totality of who you are and not just what you look like. Portia de Rossi
Glenn Beck quote: "I told you, God is not coy. He's more likely to hit you across..."
I told you, God is not coy. He's more likely to hit you across the forehead with a two-by-four than whisper in your ear Glenn Beck
Haruki Murakami quote: "Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell..."
Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart. Haruki Murakami
Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another. Anton Chekhov
A carefully cultivated heart will, assisted by the grace of God, foresee, forestall, or transform most of the painful situations before which others stand like helpless children saying “Why? Dallas Willard
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Rutger Hauer
Ernest Hemingway quote: "She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and..."
She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey. Ernest Hemingway
Norton Juster quote: "They all looked very much like the residents of any small..."
They all looked very much like the residents of any small valley to which you've never been. Norton Juster
I would like to evoke the sense of wonder and magic in the reader but without invoking the mystical, the supernatural or the transcendent. Edward Abbey
Little notes, scrawled on half-sheets of paper, and letters, when he was away, page after page, intimate, their news. Her voice, echoing through the house, and down the garden, careless and familiar like the writing in the book. And I had to call him Maxim. Daphne du Maurier
Edna felt depressed rather than soothed after leaving them. The little glimpse of domestic harmony which had been offered her, gave her no regret, no longing. It was not a condition of life which fitted her, and she could see in it but an apalling and hopeless ennui. She was moved by a kind of commiseration for Madame Ratignolle, - a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her... Kate Chopin
Not to find one's way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one's way in a city, as one loses one's way in a forest, requires some schooling. Street names must speak to the urban wanderer like the snapping of dry twigs, and little streets in the heart of the city must reflect the times of day, for him, as clearly as a mountain valley. This art I acquired rather late in life; it fulfilled a dream, of which the first traces were labyrinths on the blotting papers in my school notebooks. Walter Benjamin
We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man. Oswald Spengler
The Panther His gaze is from the passing of bars so exhausted, that it doesn't hold a thing anymore. For him, it's as if there were thousands of bars and behind the thousands of bars no world. The sure stride of lithe, powerful steps, that around the smallest of circles turns, is like a dance of pure energy about a center, in which a great will stands numbed. Only occasionally, without a sound, do the covers of the eyes slide open—. An image rushes in, goes through the tensed silence of... Rainer Maria Rilke
Certain things existed out of time. It was ten years ago, it was this morning. In that way the accident was like his mother's death. It did not recede so much as hover, waxing and waning at different intervals but always there. It happened in the past and it was always happening. It happened every single minute of the day. Ann Patchett

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