We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing.
The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.
A man is not finished when he is defeated. He is finished when he quits.
Don't quit. Never give up trying to build the world you can see, even if others can't see it. Listen to your drum and your drum only. It's the one that makes the sweetest sound.
If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Hatred paralyzes life love releases it. Hatred confuses life love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life love illumines it.
Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.
Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.
It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.
The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.
When you're cold and unloving, he'll walk through a fire to earn your love, but the second you give your love to him, he'll drag you by your hair, and throw you into the fire. Never show your vulneralbility, instead embody the Seductress.
It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.
The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.
Girls spilled drinks down their dresses and flicked their hair. Wishing anyone, maybe even you, would notice them... You were someone to me.
I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.
As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.
Eternity has a way of letting us all grow up.
Love?' he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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