There is no telling how many wars it will take to secure freedom in the homeland.
Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?
The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion. . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.
Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
I'll accept being Phoebe to people for a while longer, given how much fun it was. That's totally fair.
He had read books, newspapers and magazines. He knew that if you ran away you sometimes met bad people who did bad things to you; but he had also read fairy tales, so he knew that there were kind people out there, side by side with the monsters.
I don't think I'd be a very good parent. I'd be too honest.
The more people there are, the more food we need, the more space we occupy, the more resources and consumer goods we wish to have and the more development has to take place