I.B. George Quotes

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

The hard truths are the ones to hold tight.-The Old Bear, A Game of Thrones

I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when He thought of you first.

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

There are always consequences to wrong choices.

The opportunity to do what is right is available at all times.

When you cultivate a godly thought life your soul will shine and you will exhibit the presence of the Lord in you.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

The worship of power is an old religion.

Seeing is not believing, it is only seeing, ”George MacDonald, The Princess and the Goblin

All who joy would winMust share it -- Happiness was born a twin.

Friendship is thinking of the other person first.

You and your purpose in life are the same thing. Your purpose is to be you.

Nothing that happens to you was meant to be. The only thing about you that was meant to be is you. Blaze your own trail.

People with the most interests live, not only longest, but happiest.

To pursue happiness for its own sake is the surest way to lose it.

There's just so much to live for.

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.

But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectlyFor pain and hope and all that led or droveUs back into the bosom of thy love.

Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark.

We’re a couple of shooting stars, Biggs, and we’ll never be stopped.

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible!

I’d rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I can’t see. And that’s not ignorance. That’s just hope.

Dream anything hard enough, and it can be yours.

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval

You have tasted of death now, ” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good, ” said Mossy. “It is better than life.”“No, ” said the old man: “it is only more life.

What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.

The back door of every tomb opens on a hilltop.

When you find a truth that surpasses your desire to fit trends and meet approval, you can be certain it’s worth fighting to spread.

You don’t know what love is until you find it, ” he whispered, “but when you do, promise me you won’t let it go. Promise you’ll seek it out even when you’re scared it’ll hurt.

The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.

Once you become a known writer, you will not have bad books anymore. You will only have less good books than the good ones.

I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more

I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.

Your little choices become habits that affect the bigger decisions you make in life.

The answer to most prayers is no.

If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.

J'ai un but, une tâche, disons le mot, une passion. Le métier d'écrire en est une violente et presque indestructible."[Letter to Jules Boucoiran, 4 March 1831]

After being turned down by numerous publishers, he decided to write for posterity.

Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.

The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending and to have the two as close together as possible.