Faith is believing in something you know isn't true.
What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.
She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters — the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth, and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass, they are censured. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks, their wit becomes cynicism, their unselfishness hypocrisy; they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go.
Your strength will be found when you stop struggling with yourself, instead of thinking everyone is a struggle worth overcoming. Every obstacle in life is a lesson that teaches us, not others.
She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart---- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend. --City of Ember--
She had the best kind of courage, or maybe the worst kind, the kind that gets you into trouble.
Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.
Brilliance is impossible without a touch of insanity.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
If this book has made any point clear, I hope it's that things don't have to be real to be true. Or vice versa.
The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.
If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?
Eyes shows lies.
Nothing in this world is hidden forever. The gold which has lain for centuries unsuspected in the ground, reveals itself one day on the surface. Sand turns traitor, and betrays the footstep that has passed over it; water gives back to the tell-tale surface the body that has been drowned. Fire itself leaves the confession, in ashes, of the substance consumed in it. Hate breaks its prison-secrecy in the thoughts, through the doorway of the eyes; and Love finds the Judas who betrays it by a kiss. Look where we will, the inevitable law of revelation is one of the laws of nature: the lasting preservation of a secret is a miracle which the world has never yet seen.
If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.
Your words will either give you joy or give you sorrow, but if they were spoken without regret, they give you peace.
He who has truth at his heart need never fear the want of persuasion on his tongue.
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell...
If humor and rumor are needed more than faith and truth, then it tells me something about the kind of world we live today.