Your true self can never be found within anyone else, and it cannot be found in the hardships that life has thrust on you in the past.
Ruin still used Reen’s voice—it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that …it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually see...
I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?" "Scottish fairy magic." His grin widened. "Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland?
No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me.
History is above all else an argument. It is an argument between different historians; and, perhaps, an argument between the past and the present, an argument between what actually happened, and what is going to happen next. Arguments are important; ...
You have to stop looking at me like that.” He sounds amused, “or else I will have to take you up to my suite right now, and have you for lunch” I sigh at the image, “Why don't you?” I whisper. It’s exactly what I want.
Thought you didn't like red hair." One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. "Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.
In life...You have to do what is right for you. Nobody else walks in your shoes. Just make sure your shoes are always moving forward!
Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts, which explains why so many writers who have run out of gas can keep coasting anyway, propelled on to the bestseller lists by the magic words AUTHOR OF on the covers of ...
Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does change into something else, because we make it change...
A brick could be used to start your car, if your car’s keys are cube-shaped and huge. You know what else cube-shaped and huge? That’s right—my penis sheath.
All your life you was one thing. And now you can be something else if you want! Somebody completely different. You can actually start yourself over from scratch. Turn yourself into what you have always wanted to be!
There is nothing I want but your presence. In friendship, time dissolves. Life is a cup. This connection is pure wine. What else are cups for? I used to have twenty thousand different desires.
Just about everything in this life is treacherous, ready to twist and shape-shift at any second; it seemed to me that the whole world would be a different place if you had someone you were certain of, certain to the bone, or if you could be that to s...
Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal life. Normal Life. He didn’t even know what that would be now.
Love, affection, even attention are not things that need pursuit. If they are not given freely, openly, willingly to you by another person, then stop trying to obtain them from that person. Someone else will gladly share theirs with you.
I figured this was the easy stuff, and if we couldn't show up on time, looking right and acting right, we weren't going to be able to do anything else.
In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to ...
I was kidding. Even I'm not that promiscuous. You guru people have no sense of humor.” “I'm not a guru people, and I happen to have a very well developed sense of humor. Why else would I still be talking to you?
Who were these people? Where was all this joy, and where does joy go when it leaves your family? Does it go into someone else's family, soak into the earth, or does it dissolve away like your breath in the winter? And if it doesn't leave like this, t...
You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing Blade' and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn't you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something e...
