Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Love gives strength.

Save now, so you are not dependent on your children when you are old

In prison it must be made rich Library, people must educate their self there. Not to go stupid and more.

How do I integrate spirituality into my everyday life? Throw out the concept of "spiritual life" and "everyday life." There is only life, undivided and whole.

There is no one as strong as a person whose heart is always filled with gratitude.

I'm filthy stinking rich - well, two out of three ain't bad.

Bull riding is probably the most dangerous sport in the world in terms of head injuries.

It's time for conservative Americans to right the ship again.

there is nothing sorer to the spirit than falling below what one's lover thinks of one.

And the best way to know who we are is often to find out how others see us.