The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.
Remember to always be yourself. Unless you suck.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that’s intimacy.
By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
Success is not how high you have climbed, but how you make a positive difference to the world.
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
If you’re texting Magnus to say ‘I think u r kewl,’ I’m going to kill you.” “Who’s Magnus?” Max inquired. “He’s a warlock,” said Alec. “A sexy, sexy warlock,” Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec’s look of total fury. “But warlocks are bad,” protested Max, looking baffled. “Exactly,” said Isabelle.
No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.
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