I always thought talent was everything, but maybe it was always money. Or even class. Or if not class exactly, connections.
By understanding the nuances of the world around you and how to survive the temptations, you can rule anything. Even yourself
I wasn't used to guys making me blush, and I wasn't sure why he even was making me blush.
Killing a pig for a good old fry-up is one thing. But there’s no excuse for being cruel, even if you’re a bored teenage kid.
The sole philosophy open to those who doubt the possibility of truth is absolute silence -- even mental.
Without the fear of God, men do not even observe justice and charity among themselves.
I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.
Sooner or later even the fastest runners have to stand and fight.
Even from just a little thing, it's still possible to die.
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
Living in that castle was like being condemned to Hell before I’d even had the opportunity to sin.
I’m glad to be eating the bread of freedom even if it does taste like sponge buttered with greasy salt.
The power of hope! Even a lack of ambition can, for a time, pay off as a necessary facet, as long as hope outweighs it.
As a writer of philosophy, it's good to ask oneself, 'Will I still believe this a week from now, or months, or even years?
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
There's nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn't even have to matter what they're laughing about.
I imagine that the intelligent people are the ones so intelligent that they don't even need or want to look 'intelligent' anymore.
Even if there are instances in which it can be mistook by onlookers, never fool yourself into using misunderstood genius as an excuse to be a fool.
Even when the sun was shining she couldn’t see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.
That's it then. This is how it ends. I haven't even read Proust.
Emperors are not made from cowards; they are made from those who take great risk where there stands to be even greater gain.
