I will not see you, she tells the city, but I will remember you.

The gods are cruel not because they make us work. They are cruel because they allow us to hope.

And we convict almost every case, she thinks, because the law requires us to prosecute them for living their way of life.

One has no room for vengeance, ' says Shara, 'when the eyes of the world are watching. We must be judicious, and bloodless.

I don't have the time or the energy to hate, " says Shara. "I only wish to understand. People are what they are.

Envy the fire, for it is either going or not. Fires do not feel happy, sad, angry. They burn, or they do not burn.

Just because the nightmare you expected comes true, it doesn't make it any less terrifying.

I think you're wrong.""Think what you like.

When I come back to you, if I come back to you, will I know you? Will you be the city of my memory? Or will you be a stranger?

We do not have to have the correct answers to listen well. In fact, often the correct answers are a hindrance to listening well, for we become more anxious to give the correct answer than to hear.

There’s only one way to improve society. Present it with a single improved unit: yourself.

The blessing of resistance lies in its power to illuminate those aspects of ourselves which have eluded our appreciation.

If you go through the hot furnace of hardships, you will be refined like gold.

Your expertise elevates your impressions to an entirely new realm. When you have paid the price, earned the right, and done the homework to be called an expert, people will be impressed.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

From Maya Angelou I began to believe that I, too, someday, could be a writer, and I also learned how tortuous it can be to be in possession of a unique voice.

I'm afraid many women do choose the wedding over the marriage. It seems a steep price to pay, but it comes from a place of deep, sad longing to be loved and to have it proven that you are of value.

A poet's work consists less in seeking words for his ideas than in seeking ideas for his words and predominant rhythms.

He was sick of God and God's religion, sick of all the little religious social clubs that didn't seem to make any real difference or affect any real changes.