You should feel so driven to help the world that it would weigh you down if a single person received anything but the best.
For some reason salesmen spend most of their time asking questions they already know the answers to. They rarely ask to discover anything new.
Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.
What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
I adore you, Emilia Ward, let me worship you and I will be your dog, your slave… anything you want. Just don’t leave me.
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.
No spiritual master who ever walked the earth has anything on you. You're the complete package, the real deal. You just don't remember it yet.
You are much larger than anything you encounter while you sleep. Everything that happens in dream takes place on a small stage in a corner of your mind.
The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.
How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.
You will never get to the irreducible definition of anything because you will never be able to explain why you want to explain, and so on. The system will gobble itself up.
You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.
A lifetime had to be crafted, just like anything else, she thought, it had to be moulded and beaten and burnished in order to get the most out of it.
And I had nine years to sort out how I feel about you... nine years. It's not impulsive to want to be with you, Daisy. If anything, it's long overdue.
...for a country whose people ceased to believe in magic soon lost much of their ability to imagine and dream, and before long, they ceased to believe--or hope-- for anything.
what's the point of a promise anyway? How can we expect people to stick to their word about anything when the world around us is so arbitrary, unreliable, and senseless?
Faith is only a word if there is no love at its center, so flaccid and lifeless, vague and hollow - not anything you could truly feel.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
Enjoy it, learn from it and more than anything, never take your health for granted. Don’t just seize the day. Seize the moment. Every single one.
It is too true, however disgraceful it may be to human nature, that nations in general will make war whenever they have a prospect of getting anything by it.
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
