books

Be the greatest of who you were meant to be. Life goes on ferociously-with or without you. It is your choice. Truly and magnificently your choice.

I'm considering writing a self-help book and giving people 20 cents to read it. This way, I can be sure they all get new paradigms.

Bias rules our minds and causes us to overlook the obvious. From 'Fillossofee: Messages From a Grandfather', by Robert Gately

But you should know that about Dauntless- girl, guy, whatever, it doesn't matter here. What matters is what you've got in your gut.

Keep moving. Don't get bogged down. Don't think about the bad stuff. Smile and joke even when you don't feel like it.

Fear can't be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They're like love. They're almost identical emotions.

She's a sailboat and I'm an anchor, pulling us both down.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep odds, and defeat must be the other.

Reading teaches us the nuances of humanity. To find the beauty of what is moral and ethical in your own actions and discover the strange subtlety of what it is to question why you should exist.

You know there's got to be a better way of life - somewhere, sometime, somehow - but you're not exactly sure what better is.

Old is old at any age. Old is when you quit asking questions about this, that, and everything. Old is when you forget how to love-or worse, don't care. Old is when you don't want to dance anymore. Old is when you don't want to learn anything new except how to be old. Old is when people tell you that you are old-and you believe them.

Newly-born books are like birds_ they shouldn__ be kicked out of the nest until they__e capable of flying. Wendy Anne Darling 5-1-15

Sometimes he wondered if he did these things just to test himself. To see if the feelings had gone. But they had not. When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her. He wanted to feel her against him the way he had in the attic. He wanted to know the taste of her skin and the smell of her hair. He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not.

Becoming a man means doing the right thing even though it may be hard or difficult. Boys do what is easiest. A man does what is right, whether easy or not.

Once I had opened a book and read its pages, those characters could never be taken away from me. Even if the books were burned, they would still live on in my mind.