When the life is monotonous , even grief is a welcome event...

This fear is what is the ruin of us all. And some dominate us; they take advantage of our fear and frighten us still more. Mark this: as long as people are afraid, they will rot like the birches in...

The churches in the big cities are full of silver and gold that do not need God, while countless the churches trembled at the doors of the churches, eagerly awaiting sleek gifts that are thrown in...

Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future

The good qualities in our soul are most successfully and forcefully awakened by the power of art. Just as science is the intellect of the world, art is its soul.

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man.

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.

To touch him in ways he'd never been touched before, this person who, beyond all logic, was the other half of her. Who belonged to her. Who was her soulmate.

QUINN; You always look after Number One, don't you?ASH; Doesn't everybody?

My first kiss and I'm comatose. Great.

She now knew that it was possible to love two people at once-because you could love them in different ways.

I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I'm the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I'm a gift beyond measure, a matter of course, and I'm yielded with pleasure- when taken by force.

You wanted us all back together again! Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing...

You showed me what it was like to love. What the world could be like, if

James, pull over, I want to kiss you.

If you lose, there's the devil to pay.

I'm with you, my angel.

There is nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against...

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

He's more myself than I am

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

Let me take the freedom to ask how he manages to live without books.

In secret pleasure - secret tearsThis changeful life has slipped away

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

It's no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,' she muttered.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I...