E.B. White Quotes
Fairy tales are another kind of Bible, for those who know how to read them.
The more we try to control the things outside of us the more we lose control of our mind.
It is the Master who comes to the door of his student when the student is ready and the Master knows all the truth of his student
The time for princes and tsars and holy madmen was gone.In its place came a world of war and revolution, of tanks andtelephones, murder and assassination.
A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.
I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.
Get close enough to someone and his or her halo slips--not because they're bad, but because they're mortal.
Nothing renews my faith in humanity more than the exchange of compassion so profound that mere words cannot embrace it.
Life is a lie. We should fear it more than death. We live fearful of dying, terrified of the unknown … when, really, every truth is in our last breath.
He fancied himself on his humanity towards animals, as so many people do who are inhuman to their fellow men...
But the purpose and nature are never clearly revealed. Human behaviour is a series of lunges, of which, it is sometimes sensed, the direction is inevitable.
But I have come to learn there is no peace while others suffer.
In one breath, I release all negative feelings and fearful thoughts, then fill up my lungs with wonder and awe and pure, unadulterated joy.
Each person is alone with his pain, even when others share the same fate.
Nothing makes sense, not that much of the world ever did." Quote from the book: "UnHoly Pursuit: The Devil on My Trail.
Between the new, happy him, and the old, depressing him, there stood in the way only his lack of imagination.
Conventional wisdom nor scientific, mathematical prove of randomness in life could do nothing to deter human's curiosity for the unknown, however small the chance of a positive outcome maybe.
For though your mind is active enough, your heart is darkened with corruption, and without a pure heart there can be no full or genuine sensibility.
She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.
He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.
I expect everyone in Boston has something like that ring, which is why I am glad I have never been to Boston.
Have a scaffold erected in the square. We shall hang a traitor or two before dinner. And perhaps afterwards as well.” - Princess Karena
Have a scaffold erected in the square. We shall hang a traitor or two before dinner. And perhaps afterwards as well.
When you live on the edge of a cursed forest, you do a lot of staring into the dark.
Regret is a painful thing. Few people understand that there are three important things that leave us and can never return. Words. Time. Opportunity. These are things we can never get back.
Perhaps we will not be great people, chosen by God, but just happy.
Just not a big fan of dogmatic rituals or gatherings. Like I put faith in god, I give a truckload of significance to karma, character and compassion.
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart.
The night seemed long. Wilbur's stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep.
So the question becomes, Daughter of the Dragon, what will you sacrifice? What will you let be taken away so that you, too, can have power?
O that I were a man, or that I had powerTo execute my apprehended wishes!I would whip some with scorpions.
Religion was a means to an end. She had seen it wielded as a weapon. If she needed to use it, she would, but she would never allow herself to be used by it.
Expressing our feelings out loud, especially to someone else, can bring a sense of relief. There is power in proclamation.
Let me tell you something, kid, " said Mrs. H of Boston and Beacon Hill. "Magic is just a word for what's left to the powerless once everyone else has eaten their fill.
I don’t mind my friends calling me 'Thornes, ' but the fact of people calling me 'Prickly Thornes' draws the line.
This is the only advice I offer you. Pick the small thing, and carry it on. Let it change your life.
This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives.
If you don't know how to pronounce a word, say it loud!" (William Strunk) ... Why compound ignorance with inaudibility?
I turned to face her. "What about fear. Can you outrun it?""Only if ye stand still and face it do ye have a chance against fear.