Cauldron save you.Mother hold you.Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.Fear no evil.Feel no pain.Go, and enter eternity.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

I love you, ’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

I love you, " I said, and stabbed him.

Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him."Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.

Fate had kept me alive just to get to this point, just to see if I had been listening.

Fate had kept me alive just to get to this point, just to see if I was listening.

Pity those who don't feel anything at all.

Not realizing that I craved his warmth, his nearness, until he was gone.

Jak by powiedział Puszkin, służba muzom nie znosi pośpiechu.

We are all walking a thin line between the sacred and the ordinary. The two are never far from each other, and sometimes they are the same

The human heart operates from two premises: "I Am Responsible" and "Only Love Works.

The next time you have a high-stakes meeting, a presentation, or an important social engagement, practice power posing beforehand to potently and powerfully impact your confidence.

...you influenced me, in a way in which no one else did.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time. Get into a fist fight put your mind on the strategy of the fight and you will not feel the other fellow's punches.

When you write in the third person, you get to imagine other people's interiority.

Hit me with your rhythm stick, it's nice to be a lunatic.

When things go right, I read. When things go wrong, I read more.

As Danand Ian over at the Lifestyle Business Podcast say: Rush to failure.