Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.
It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.
My heart might be bruised, but it will recover and become capable of seeing beauty of life once more. It's happened before, it will happen again, I'm sure. When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive--I'll find love again.
If I must fall, may it be from a high place.
Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.
We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.
Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you're gone that light is going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.
Passion is a feeling that tells you: this is the right thing to do. Nothing can stand in my way. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. This feeling is so good that it cannot be ignored. I'm going to follow my bliss and act upon this glorious sensation of joy.
Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.
It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
A gift is pure when it is given from the heart to the right person at the right time and at the right place, and when we expect nothing in return
I've had it with being nice, understanding, fair and hopeful. I feel like being negative all day. The chip on my shoulder could sink the QE2. I've got an attitude problem and nobody better get in my way...I'm in a bad mood and the whole stupid little world is gonna pay!
In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go
WATNEY: Look! A pair of boobs! -> (.Y.).
I was born into BolΓvar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.
When they say the sky's the limit to me that's really true
