We pass through this world but once.
I don't know who my grandfather was; I'm much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.
It seems essential, in relationships and all tasks, that we concentrate only on what is most significant and important
He sat me down. He said he was incomplete. He thinks true love's gonna get him back on his feet. He said you only find love once in your life. So I guess when you find it you're gonna hold it right? You'll hold it right?
One reason so few of us achieve what we truly want is that we never direct our focus; we never concentrate our power. Most people dabble their way through life, never deciding to master anything in particular.
Expansion means complexity and complexity decay.
Put your heart, mind, intellect and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.
Extended empires are like expanded gold, exchanging solid strength for feeble splendor.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
Never hide things from hardcore thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths.
For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
Baxter knows a lot more than I do, I told her.Yes, said Baxter, but I will never tell people all of it.
If you have to remind yourself to concentrate during competition, you've got no chance to concentrate.
Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.
One can give a really unbiased opinion only about things that do not interest one
I had not the least idea of a gamekeeper's occupation being so dangerous - there had never been such a person employed on the Longbourn estate - and just as I had spent half the previous night wondering about Peter, I spent half the next one worrying about him.
I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.
Here and there and not just in books we catch glimpses of a world of once upon a time and they lived happily ever after, of a world where there is a wizard to give courage and a heart, an angel with a white stone that has written on it our true and secret name, and it is so easy to dismiss it all that it is hardly worth bothering to do. ... But if the world of the fairy tale and our glimpses of it here and there are only a dream, they are one of the most haunting and powerful dreams that the world has ever dreamed...
Midland City had a goddess of discord all its own. This was a goddess who could not dance, would not dance, and hated everybody at the high school. She would like to claw away her face, she told us, so that people would stop seeing things in it that had nothing to do with what she was like inside. She was ready to die at any time, she said, because what men and boys thought about her and tried to do to her made her so ashamed. One of the first things she was going to do when she got to heaven, she said, was to ask somebody what was written on her face and why had it been put there.
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