I never really had the classic struggle. I had faith.

Being stubborn won’t make you fluent. Practicing will! The more mistakes you make, the more you’ll learn not to.

The definition of a professional is one who does a job well even when they don’t like it.

‘Let’s Get It On’ is a classic Motown single, endlessly repeatable and always enjoyable.

Nothing of importance happened today.

E não era a primeira vez que tinha destes falsos arranques de amor, ameaçando absorver, pelo menos por algum tempo, todo o seu ser e resolvendo-se em tédio, em “seca”. Eram como os fogachos de...

I’m 30, it’s Christmas, and I’m a writer without a job. I sit hereengulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. Mynuts so small you could fit them in a gnat’s navel and...

I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.

You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal. –Sherlock Holmes

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

Sve bi se u životu moglo izdržati za kratko, i da budeš dobar, i hrabar, i pažljiv, ali život ne traje kratko, a ništa ne može postati teško kao obaveza koju sam sebi nametneš u...

Second: them poor things well out o’ this, and never no more will I interfere with Mrs. Cruncher’s flopping, never no more!””Whatever housekeeping arrangement that may be,” said Miss Pross, striving to dry her eyes...

This is all a tale of an older world and a forgotten countryside. At this moment of time change has come; a screaming line of steel runs through the heather of no-man’s-land, and the holiday-maker...

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

My dear fellow ” Said Albert, turning to Franz ” here is an admirable adventure; we will fill our carriage with pistols, blunderbusses, and double-barreled shotguns. Luigi Vampa comes to take us, and we take...

But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what...

The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.

It goes so fast, he thought, they don’t tell you that, how fast it goes…

If it ran, a Bean would shoot it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

The best men in all ages keep classic traditions alive.

Ja ne biram ono što imam. Ne biram ustvari ništa, ni rođenje, ni porodicu, ni ime, ni grad, ni kraj, ni narod, sve mi je nametnuto. Još je čudnije što to moranje pretvaram u ljubav....

He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone...

what you know is way Beyond you think.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

Outside Styx’s apartment was not the first time Rochester and I had met, or would it be the last. We first encountered each other at Haworth House in Yorkshire when my mind was young and...

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

Is it safe?

If it ran, a Bean would eat it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

Move thy tongue,For silence is a sign of discontent.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.

But to die as lovers may – to die together, so that they may live together.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don’t catch a cold.

Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

The warm days of Firestreak are usually good for travellers in the world of Amarillia.

the same question arose in every soul: “For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?”… p982

How promising today’s generation is. They can whip out their cellular phones like sheep, instantly take a million digital photos of their cat and then just delete them. But I’d like to see these kids...

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

The work of the philosophical policeman,” replied the man in blue, “is at once bolder and more subtle than that of the ordinary detective. The ordinary detective goes to pot-houses to arrest thieves; we go...

And in that fraction of a second before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man.

A classic is read not to enjoy but only to be boast about it.

Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see – each with their peculiar propensities,...

Surely, the gods’ judgment is certain. But as for us, we must be satisfied to ‘come close’ to those things, for we are men, who speak according to what is likely, and whose lectures resemble...

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and...

It was William who would climb out of his carriage unafraid and help a farmer drive a herd of cattle or sheep across a road when necessary.

He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.

With the shrinking of the US economy, and it’s shrinking very rapidly, you not only have more money, but you also have fewer goods. That’s a classic double-whammy on inflation.

The Christian admits that the universe is manifold and even miscellaneous, just as a sane man knows that he is complex. The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch...