I’m the leader of this herd of cats,” she responded. “I doubt my sanity every day.
I believe that I shall become a curmudgeon. Then at least I can complain, and it will be expected of me.
Size and strength are not the answer to everything. Cleverness can overcome strength nearly every time. A small clever man can almost always best a strong, dim one.
Inexperience can be overcome, ignorance can be enlightened, but prejudice will destroy you.
I have no place in my life for someone who is sure he can do everything. – Steelmind.
Zen Hugs – the hugs that you would get, if we were there, if we could hug you, but we aren’t, and we can’t.
We’re none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can’t be rocked off our feet by bad times. It’s the getting back up again that counts. Not that you fall, but getting back up again counts for more in the long run.
You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.
It’s only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it’s gathering information.
Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion – it’s usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.
Getting angry over something that won’t change is like seeing what happens if you hit your hand with a hammer over and over again, and being surprised each time when it hurts. So you might as well stop doing it.
He isn’t stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them.
Nevertheless, now that I have met you, I know that all that I am, and all that I have, could not match what you are worth.
Fanatics can justify practically any atrocity to themselves. The more untenable their position becomes, the harder they hold to it, and the worse the things they are willing to do to support it.
How DARE the villainous cads be as clever as the heroes.
When warriors feel afraid they lack something, it is only because they are forgetful. They have forgotten how capable they truly are.
Once the blinders are off, it’s rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.
The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody’ll make a song about them, but they’re heroes all the same.
Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.
Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.