There is a good life. The goodnews is that you can live that good life. The good life is the happy life. To live this good life, be happy! A truly happy man is a good man.
Feeling good about yourself is not the same thing as doing good. Good policy is more important than good feelings.
Good Person, Good Words and Good Action are independent, wisdom lies in recognizing each of this good irrespective of other one or two being not Good.
Locks can not be made from good iron, soldiers are not made out of good people.
If it feels good saying it. It's probably not a good thing to say.
If you give it good concentration, good energy, good heart and good performance, the song will play you.
I guess sometimes fear is a good thing. It's a really good motivator.
The clubs are good fun-having a laugh, really having a good time.
In the company of the good we become good.
What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
What is good for the buffalo is good for the cow.
I don't believe that if you do good, good things will happen. Everything is completely accidental and random. Sometimes bad things happen to very good people and sometimes good things happen to bad people. But at least if you try to do good things, t...
Walk with this tomorrow night. If nothing happens, then don’t come back. Forget about us, this place, but if you feel the Nightwalker in you awaken, then return to where you belong. Return to me, and the streets will run red with blood.
The action of a thing is the same as the naming of it - is, in fact, the real name. The trees creak and they are saying, 'trees creak through the long night.' The long night - what is it? Trees creaking. There wasn't anything that tied life's moments...
Friday night was the night most people thought they were supposed to have fun. Trouble was most people didn't know what fun was or how to have it, so things usually ended up pretty ugly.
I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.
She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.
She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.
As a man, I was a failure. A pathetic teacher lusting after Catholic school girls in short skirts. As a monster, I'm superb. It's comforting to know my place in the world.
He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.
If you knew the mercy I am showing by not dismembering you where you stand for getting in my way, you would not stop thanking me.
