And Quotes

...a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death, and that his affairs are not neglected by the gods.

By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You shewed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion and somethings an indirect boast.

The sun will set and the sun will rise, and it will shine upon us tomorrow in our grief and our gratitude, and we will continue to live with purpose, memory, passion, and love.

Every moment is utterly unique and will not be continued in eternity. This fact gives life its poignancy and should concentrate your attention on what you are experiencing now.

The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.

She had made reason and common sense her gods. She had allowed people who did not know what she knew or understand what she unstood to be her mentors.

Try it again, " I said. "Kiss me.""No, " he said."Kis

I wished it was raining, " he said."I don't need the rain, " I said. "I need you.

The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul.

The writer has to die to give birth to the intellectual in the service of the wretched of the earth.

All those religions--they contradict each other on every point but every one of them is filled with ways to help people to be brave enough to laugh even though they know they are dying.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

One should part from life as Ulysses parted from Nausicaa-- blessing it rather than in love with it.

But as far as true goodness was concerned, that didn't exist - not in the land of cowardly men.

In every action we must look beyond the action at our past, present and future state, and at others whom it affects, and see the relations of all these things.

I've always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute.

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.

Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

It don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway.

I dearly love a laugh.

The Dark Powers have to give before they can take.

These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!

I have more care to staythan will to go.

Mother, I will look to like. If looking liking moves.

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

Too weird to live, too rare to die!

Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even so, do not put out my life. Let me still glow.

peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.

The pure and simple truth is, the truth is never pure and simple.

That's who I am, a man who has been both good and evil throughout his life. pg 14

You're not trying to find the answer to a question, you're simply trying to confirm something you desperately want to believe: that everyone is evil.

...she was betting on the fact that people were basically good, despite all the Evil in the world.

As for Doing-good...I have tried it fairly, and, strange as it may seem, am satisfied that it does not agree with my constitution.

If we climb this high I swear we'll never die.

I can do one of two things. I can be President of the United States or I can control Alice Roosevelt. (His 19-year-old daughter.) I cannot possibly do both.

You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.

How many rivers do we have to cross, Before we can talk to the boss?

Sometimes one is guided by what they say of themselves, and very frequently by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge

Jane reminds us that God is in his heaven, the monarch on his throne and the pelvis firmly beneath the ribcage. Apparently rock and roll liberated the pelvis and it hasn't been the same since.