Ritie, don't worry 'cause you ain't pretty. Plenty pretty women I seen digging ditches or worse. You smart. I swear to God, I rather you have a good mind than a cute behind.

If you're for the right thing, you do it without thinking.

The human heart... tells us that we are more alike than we are unalike.

Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.

I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in...

Each of us has the right and the responsibility to assess the roads which lie ahead, and those over which we have traveled, and if the future road looms ominous or unpromising, and the roads back...

To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision. Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender...

You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud. Do not complain. Make every effort to change things you do...

Whining is not only graceless, but can be dangerous. It can alert a brute that a victim is in the neighborhood.

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities.

Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery... had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and...

Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can't take their eyes off you.

Anything that works against you can also work for you once you understand the Principle of Reverse.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my...

the usual nonsense that people who know nothing about anything, like me, say when they don't want their own days to be ruined by worrying about others.

Bruno: I think I can't leave it. It seems to me that I don't want to.

My mother was Eveline Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So as you know, she simply adored chairs.

There's nothing more tedious than a grown man blaming his parents, birth or otherwise, for all the things that have gone wrong in his life.

The more you read, the more you write, the more the ideas will appear. They'll fall like confetti around your head and your only difficulty will be deciding which ones to catch and which to let fall...

But what about school?' said Bruno, interrupting her, a thing he knew he was not supposed to do but which he felt he would be forgiven for on this occasion. 'And what about Karl and Daniel and Martin?...

Bruno thought about this and frowned. He wasn't particularly bothered if Gretel was being sent away because she was a Hopeless Case and caused nothing but trouble for him. But it seemed a little...

Is it too much to ask for decent transportation during one's lifetime?

I've always considered myself to be the sturdy type. You know, the sort who can put up with any unpleasant situation if I have to.

Do you watch Neighbors, Cyril?" "Well, I've seen it," I admitted. "Although I wouldn't go so far as to say I watch it." "You should. It's magnificent. Shakespearean in its characterization.

With the trees the opposite happened with people: these were, the older, the smaller they seemed to become. With the trees, it worked backwards.

Do you watch Neighbors, Cyril?" "Well, I've seen it," I admitted. "Although I wouldn't go so far as to say I watch it.

But then I didn't know what I was giving up until it was already gone. No one ever does, do they?

After all, the clamour of the crowded public house is infinitely more welcoming than the stillness of the empty home.

My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.