We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.

Those whom we can love, we can hate to others we are indifferent.

Henry David Thoreau

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult

If you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to help build theirs.

Tony Gaskin

Go as far as you can see when you get there, you'll be able to see farther.

J. P. Morgan

I once knew a girl In the years of my youth With eyes like the summer All beauty and truth In the morning I fled Left a note and it read Someday you will be loved.

Ben Gibbard

The error arises from the learned jurists deceiving themselves and others, by asserting that government is not what it really is, one set of men banded together to oppress another set of men, but, as shown by science, is the representation of the citizens in their collective capacity.

Leo Tolstoy

The ability to accept responsibility is the measure of the man.

Roy L. Hunt

Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them.

Agatha Christie

How pleasant it was in the garden! And how delightful other people's emotions were! -- much more delightful than their ideas, it seemed to him. One's own soul, and the passions of one's friends -- those were the fascinating things in life. He pictured to himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed by staying so long with Basil Hallward. Had be gone to his aunt's, he would have been sure to have met Lord Goodbody there, and the whole conversation would have been about the feeding of the poor and the necessity for model lodging-houses. Each class would have preached the importance of those virtues, for whose exercise there was no necessity in their own lives. The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour. It was charming to have escaped all that!

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dori

Friendship is like a bank account. You can't continue to draw on it without making deposits.

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love is a chewing gum, if sweetness gone its the end of your love story

rikzy jesuli

I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

Gustave Flaubert