I wish I knew who I am," I whispered to the stars in Baya's eyes. Slowly, Baya shook his head. "Oh, Dust Girl, that's the hardest wish of all. Not even Baya can give you that one. That one you earn.
He stared at his feet. “I’m still very ignorant,” he said, “but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.
Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?
There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or it finds us. But when it does f...
Women should be respected as well! Generally speaking, men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn't women have their share? Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs...
That’s what being alive is, Thing! It’s being badly prepared for everything! Because you only get one chance, Thing!
Frustration is an important directional arrow. It shows you where to go to move forward. And what to move away from.
There is a set of advantages that have to do with material resources, and there is a set that have to do with the absence of material resources- and the reason underdogs win as often as they do is that the latter is sometimes every bit the equal of t...
Go huge or why bother?
You're going to kill me." "You were going to die anyway," replied the Ice Lord. "Yes," said the Doctor, "but now I'm going to be really annoyed when it happens.
Kissing was an extension of that, a celebration. A little party between us, amplifying our naive joy, our faith that the world was delighted to give us just what we wanted.
The thirst for knowledge is like a piece of ass you know you shouldn't chase; in the end, you chase it just the same.
The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.
There is a saying that, paper is more patient than man.
We live as best we may in a world of worms.
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
Well done, my fine fellow out of my womb. What have you gained? Nothing! And oh, what have you lost? Everything!
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding-ring!
A lifelong movie I already knew the ending to
Everything around me affirmed there was nothing else I could do – yet everything inside me cried that I was not doing enough.
I am beginning to understand the way in which memories hold us, mindfully, to the earth, by the quality of attention paid that they require to be made at all.
