People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.

Adversity is a great teacher, but this teacher makes us pay dearly for its instruction and often the profit we derive, is not worth the price we paid.

Elizabeth Hardwick

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

Milan Kundera

Nel piccolo mondo in cui i bambini vivono la loro esistenza, chiunque li allevi, non c'è nulla che venga percepito più acutamente dell'ingiustizia. Può darsi che sia solo una piccola ingiustizia quella che il bambino si trova a subire; ma il bambino è piccolo, e il suo mondo è piccolo, e il suo cavallino a dondolo è tante spanne più alto di lui quanto, in proporzione, un cavallo irlandese dalla grossa ossatura. Io, dentro di me, avevo sostenuto un perpetuo conflitto contro l'ingiustizia fin dalla prima infanzia.

Charles Dickens

Those who occupy their minds with small matters, generally become incapable of greatness.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Being in love, I find myself smiling for no reason at all...

Nicholas Sparks

I don't put weight on fame, and having people around me just because I am famous makes me feel really bad about myself.

Jessica Alba

The height of ability consists in a thorough knowledge of the real value of things, and of the genius of the age in which we live.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

It is critical vision alone which can mitigate the unimpeded operation of the automatic.

Marshall McLuhan

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Stevie Wonder

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

Alexander Pope

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.

Stephen King

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

William Shakespeare