They don t want me. They re curious why you want me. And anyway, I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and

They don t want me. They re curious why you want me. And anyway, I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.
A pained look shadowed his face. You know why I want you I didn t know I was lost until you found me. I didn t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You re the one thing I ve got right. You re what I ve been waiting for, Pigeon.


Jamie McGuire,

Beautiful Disaster

How could anyone love Him What did you just tell me yourself about the world Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is

How could anyone love Him What did you just tell me yourself about the world Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It’s that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.


Anne Rice,

Memnoch the Devil

Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day:- I shall not fear anyone on Earth. – I shall fear

Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day:

– I shall not fear anyone on Earth.
– I shall fear only God.
– I shall not bear ill will toward anyone.
– I shall not submit to injustice from anyone.
– I shall conquer untruth by truth. And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.


Mahatma Gandhi

The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even then that passed, I was left

The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even then that passed, I was left with a sadness that couldn’t be rubbed off. It wasn’t that something had happened. It was worse: I’d become aware of what had been with me all along without my notice. I dragged this new awareness around like a stone tied to my ankle. Wherever I went, it followed. I used to make up little sad songs in my head. I eulogized the falling leaves. I imagined my death in a hundred different ways, but the funeral was always the same: from somewhere in my imagination, out rolled a red carpet. Because after every secret death I died, my greatness was always discovered.


Nicole Krauss,

The History of Love