Resting for me is fitness training.

Don't believe everything you read. It's very difficult to be accepting of our own bodies. This topic deserves it's own book, but since I'm not qualified to write it, I won't. Instead I'll just say this: The pictures staring out at you from the supermarket checkout stands, the images we are all supposed to aspire to? They lie

Ally Carter

Everybody is like a magnet. You attract to yourself reflections of that which you are. If you're friendly then everybody else seems to be friendly too.

David R. Hawkins

There are no such things as applied sciences, only applications of science.

Louis Pasteur

Be still when you have nothing to say when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

David Herbert Lawrence

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are the eternity and you are the mirror.

Kahlil Gibran

Indeed, the keynote of government is injustice. With the arrogance and self-sufficiency of the King who could do no wrong, governments ordain, judge, condemn, and punish the most insignificant offenses, while maintaining themselves by the greatest of all offenses, the annihilation of individual liberty.

Emma Goldman, Anarchism: What It

All the marvels of science and the gains of culture belong to the nation as a whole, and never again will man's brain and human genius be used for oppression and exploitation.

Vladimir Lenin

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

George Eliot

I remember going for the first time to a place called The Roxy in New York because you can see people breakdancing there. That's the only reason I went! It's amazing, kids are still doing that.

Chris Frantz

Knightley Academy stood out against the moonlight in silhouette, a ramshackle collection of chimneys, turrets and gables. Both boys stopped to take in the sight of the manicured lawns and tangled woods, the soaring chapel and the ivy-covered brick of the headmaster's house. They were home. For this, Henry felt, was home. Not some foreign castle encircled by guard towers, but this cozy, bizarre assortment of buildings with its gossiping kitchen maids and eccentric professors and clever students.

Violet Haberdasher

Books are not men and yet they stay alive.

Henry Ward Beecher

Pray for what you want, but work for what you need.

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