If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
Life's too short to care about what other people think. Besides, they should accept us for who we are
Sometimes you need a little crisis to get your adrenaline flowing and help you realize your potential.
Life is a drama full of tragedy and comedy. You should learn to enjoy the comic episodes a little more.
Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.
And by the way, if she constantly leaving you messages that she's in another castle...she's just not that into you. Move on.
When facing unbeatable odds, just think of yourself as unbeatably odd. (The Hero's Guide to Being a Hero)
I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.
Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.
But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.
I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy. So don’t go building castles in the air. You’ll get trapped in the rubble when they collapse.
[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.
I’d live anywhere, - in one room, in the castle ruin right now – if it meant we could all just be together.
I can't abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!
Thus the castle of each feudal chieftain became a school of chivalry, into which any noble youth, whose parents were from poverty unable to educate him to the art of war, was readily received.
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.
I would write a thousand foolish things that one might be to the point, if only it might make us praise God more.
Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.
