Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Jane Austen

We live because of the dreams.

Marat Safin

Everything will line up perfectly when knowing and living the truth becomes more important than looking good.

Alan Cohen

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

Kami Garcia

Experience, as a desire for experience, does not come off. We must not study ourselves while having an experience.

Friedrich Nietzsche

There really are three types of 'religious' movies: the ones that make fun of it, the ones that vilify it and the ones that literally preach to the converted.

Vera Farmiga

By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection.

Frank Moore Colby

And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another; and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others

Sir Thomas More

I will only add, God bless you.

Jane Austen

I can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities, and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to. Such varieites of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing! And it is not merely in its follies, that they are read; for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude, patience, resignation-- of all the sacrifices that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish the worth of volumes.

Jane Austen

Success, in whatever form it takes, is a tricky thing - once you've achieved your goal, then what? Where do you aim?

Arabella Weir

Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Cassandra Clare