Life has a way of filling up one's time with many different things to do. So much so that you turn a blind eye to the things that really matter.
The thought that the bullet has already been fired at each of us and it is only a matter of time when it will hit, brings comfort to some and terror to others.
I watched, hoping she wouldn't come out too broke. It's all you can do for people sometimes, no matter how much you love them.
All the characters ever written are already inside you. It's just a matter of accessing them and bringing them forward. And having no fear of the dark side.
Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.
What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.
Life is a race, and what matters most isn't when a person crosses the finish line, but how strong they've grown along the way.
If you surrender, you have already lost. If you refuse to give up, though, no matter the odds against you, at least you have succeeded in trying.
No matter what happens in your life...or where its roads lead you, Always try to keep positive... It'll will get you everywhere!
But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?
The art of war is of vital importance to the State. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.
It was crazy. One minute my arms were around him in a very platonic friendly hug, the next, I was on fire, and no matter how he much touched me, it was not enough.
A blanket, no matter how thin, could be sliced thinner, and in this way one blanket could be used to keep a multitude of people warm. But not that warm.
In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.
Everyone, no matter what their cultural background, has a right to discover the sacred in nature; to heal and be redeemed spiritually by nature; and to revere the ancestors. We are all haunted and saved by our memories.
There is such dissociation between what the eyes see and what the mind envisions. The final thought is just a matter of interpretation, coloured by our experiences.
...courage wasn’t something you were bequeathed at birth, and it wasn’t a lack of fright. It was overcoming your fear, because the ones you love mattered more.
But do you want this? It's not much of a life. Don't you see? It's the first life I've had in four hundred years. With you--in the only way that matters--I'm alive again.
But some things, no matter how unlikely, are just supposed to happen. You know what I mean. Some things just smack of the future and feel part of an overarching rightness.
You must first of all think justly. Don’t sit in judgment over others when you don’t know the truth of the matter.
Nico found a sort of freedom in knowing that eventually, no matter what happened, he would end up at the foot of his father’s throne.
