If you find your feet dragging, check your path. You are probably on the wrong one.
A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
He who avoids prayer is avoiding everything that is good.
Many people who order their lives rightly in all other ways are kept in poverty by their lack of gratitude.
What do I look like? The Wizard of Oz? You need a brain? You need a heart? Go ahead, take mine. Take everything I have.