They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I'm the one who falls in love.
You're still my person. Even if I'm not yours. Grey's Anatomy
Feelings are much like waves. We cannot stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.
It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier. But you have to do it every day. That's the hard part. But it does get easier.
True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.
I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them.
If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist--a master--and that is what Auguste Rodin was--can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body.
Stranger in a Strange Land
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
The Call of Cthulhu
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.
Schools, especially good ones…that so emphasize student voice, teach us to value opinion. This is a great deception. Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge; it requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge, according to George Eliot, is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound, purpose‐larger‐than‐the‐self kind of understanding.
I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea
But in the end the waves will discolor me
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.
ALAN: Something's happening.
DENNY: What do you mean?
ALAN: I mean it's getting close, Denny. I can just feel this Roe v. Wade being chipped away at this parental consent law, the judicial by-pass hoops. The wall's coming down, I can feel it.
DENNY: May I say something? Friend to friend? You pro-choice people, you need Roe v. Wade. You're desperate for it. Not because you're sure of your opinion but because you're not. You need to cling to that ruling as moral validation for a position you're not entirely comfortable with deep down.Boston Legal, Roe
Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?
Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
A press—a free press—has always been vital to a democracy. Not just when they serve the bottom line, but perhaps especially when it doesn’t.
Boston Legal, Oral Contracts
When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
A Prayer for Owen Meany
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