It's only young people who make giant, life-altering decisions based on what other people might think, and it's because they don't see their own death looming. Their fear is, "Will my family, friends and lovers admire me?" whereas an older person's f...
Lyra learns to her great cost that fantasy isn’t enough. She has been lying all her life, telling stories to people, making up fantasies, and suddenly she comes to a point where that’s not enough. All she can do is tell the truth. She tells the t...
Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having frozen up their roots, subdues me to consider life and...
Fiction may be about lying – on the surface, anyway – but fiction is about hiding the truth behind those lies. It's about using those lies to say something true and real. It's about showing the reader something. It's about making them feel. And h...
You won’t fail! That’s the fear in you lying to you. You will succeed! That’s why fear is trying so hard to stop you. I encourage you to take that first step. Walk into your purpose and do what you were born to do. Have faith in yourself. Have ...
What messes us up a lot in this life is setting our expectations way too high and then being ashamed when we fail. What is worse is when we allow other people to make us feel ashamed for failing. What is worse than that is hiding and lying about our ...
Literary history and the present are dark with silences . . . I have had special need to learn all I could of this over the years, myself so nearly remaining mute and having to let writing die over and over again in me. These are not natural silences...
They lived happily ever after. It said so. In the book. They were the last words on the page. Happily ever after. Despereaux was sure that he had read exactly those words time and time again. Lying on the floor with the drum beating and the mice shou...
Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. “I can’t go back. Not yet. I can’t leave.” And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t have to,” she said, r...
The first step is the hardest in every journey of dreams. So If you have had the tenacity to begin then we are confident that the hardest part of your mission is the one lying behind you. Step into the future, knowing that God has got you this far as...
I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young....
A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in h...
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say Ave there for me, And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer,...
As a child, my mother told me not to talk to strangers. I did my best to obey. She hadn’t realized that everyone is a stranger to the part of us that makes us who we truly are. The part of us that prays for the rest in ways we cannot comprehend. In...
So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you. That's the wrong thing to do. Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you. That's the wrong thing to do.Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you. That's the wrong thing to do. Caus...
[Raj is lying with his head on Simran's legs. She is stroking Raj's head] Simran Singh: Raj, do you know what day is tomorrow? Raj Malhotra: [opens his eyes desperately] What is it now? Simran Singh: Tomorrow is my first Karwa Chaud. I want you to gi...
Stephen: You said you ain't know him. Broomhilda: Huh? Stephen: I said, "You said you ain't know him." Broomhilda: I don't. Stephen: Yes, you do. Broomhilda: Mister Stephen, I don't. Stephen: Why is you lying to me? Broomhilda: [on the verge of tears...
Andrew Largeman: Do you lie a lot? Sam: What do you consider a lot? Andrew Largeman: Enough for people to call you a liar. Sam: People call me lots of things... Andrew Largeman: Is one of them liar? Sam: I could say no, but how would you know I'm not...
Harry: Tell me about Peter Pettigrew! Professor Lupin: He was at school witth us, we thought he was our friend. Harry: No, Pettigrew's dead. [to Sirius] Harry: You killed him. Professor Lupin: No he didn't! I thought so too, until you mentioned seein...
Lionel Logue: [Bertie is lying on the floor, and Elizabeth is sitting on his chest] Take good deep breaths... [Bertie inhales] Lionel Logue: ...and up comes Her Royal Highness... and slowly exhale... [Bertie exhales] Lionel Logue: ...and down comes H...
Jonathan Mardukas: You lied to me first! Jack Walsh: What the - -YOU LIED TO ME FIRST! Jonathan Mardukas: Yes! Yes. But you didn't know I was lying to you when you lied to me down by the river. So as far as you knew, you lied to me first! Jack Walsh:...
