You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird (via lazypacific)
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You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird (via lazypacific)
That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive. I hate that. I couldn't stand it.
Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
The Center Cannot Hold
It was late one blustery fall night, in the bowels of the law school, when I was struggling badly, not so long after I’d told Steve about myself. “You can’t imagine what it’s like in an emergency room-it’s god-awful, the way they tie you down and make you wait all night till someone has time to see you. They walk into your room at the crack of dawn, because they’re ready to talk. What do they possibly expect you to say except ‘Let me f’ ing go!”‘
Steve looked at me with an impish grin. “Quote Hamlet, perhaps?”
And in his best Shakespearean accent he intoned, “Lo, noble physician, the ‘morn in russet mantle clad walks o’er the dew of yon high easterward hill. So loosen my chains, kind sir, for the tasks of the day await me.”
He smiled. I laughed. He got it. I knew this man, whose depth of heart was equal to the speed of his mind, would be a lifelong friend.
—The Center Cannot Hold by Elyn R. Saks
Imagination, of course, can open any door-turn the key and let terror walk right in.
In Cold Blood, pg 88
There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow--that, in short, we are all going.
Looking for Alaska, pg 120
Every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.
Mary, Pride and Prejudice
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.
Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice
If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him.
Charlotte, Pride and Prejudice
they say pearls are tears of the sea
and if the ocean cries so beautifully
then i sure would like to see it happy
If you ever need someone to cry to
If you ever need someone to hold you
I will be there, standing by your side
I will be there, standing by your side
If you ever need someone to just love you
If you ever need someone to simply adore you
I will be there standing by your side
I will be there standing by your side
And from the mountains to the sea
In a city
From the valleys to the moon
In every country
I will be there standing beside you
I will be there standing by your side
I will be there standing beside you
I will be there standing by your side
I will be there standing beside you
I will be there standing by your side
I will be there
No War
I fear what cannot— is not— seen i fear that walls will rise higher than the sun I fear that the sun burns on and through no consequence
I fear that words are made of money, I fear this the most I fear that love is another word for want I fear that we will learn nothing
Pride is a very common failing, I believe. I am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity to what we would have others think of us.
- Mary, Pride and Prejudice