I always think of books as being like people. Even the dull ones are worthy of decent respect, but you don't have to seek them out and spend time with them.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

Twisted and perverse are the ways of the human mind," Jane intoned. "Pinocchio was such a dolt to try to become a real boy. He was much better off with a wooden head.

Welcome to the human race. Nobody controls his own life, Ender.

Isn’t that what it means to be civilized? That you can wait to get what you want?

When you have a good romance, find ways to make their lives miserable and hellish...Do you think 'Titanic' would have been so popular if they had both lived? Not a prayer.

A broken clock is right two times a day.

Yesterday someone sent a message that was signed GOD! bernard said. really? dap said. i didn't know he was signed onto the system

The essence of training is to allow error without consequence.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim. (Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.)

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

Fas est ab hoste doceri. One should learn even from one's enemies.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” "Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit (everything changes, nothing perishes).

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.

It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

If you would be loved, be lovable

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

Nothing is stronger than habit.

Every lover is a soldier.

God himself helps those who dare.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are

All things change; nothing perishes.

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to all.

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses, I'm an easy victim. Why, by now Your arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.

Nitimur in vetitum" -- "We strive after the forbidden

Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis. (In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me.)

Or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark.

He who can believe himself well, will be well.

In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping