29549684 Quotes & Sayings

When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father. — Louis L'Amour

As I travel through life, I gather experiences that lie imprinted on the deepest strata of memory, and there they ferment, are transformed, and sometimes rise to the surface and sprout like strange plants from other worlds. What is the fertile humus of the subconscious composed of? Why are certain images converted into recurrent themes in nightmares or writing? — Isabel Allende

I hate when people say 'I see'. It doesn't mean anything and I think it's hostile. Whenever anyone tells me 'I see' I think they're really saying 'Fuck you'. — Peter Cameron

Why hadn't she just said yes? Then she could have driven alone back to the city [ ... ] and picked up some guy and brought him back home and screwed him and kicked him out and then picked up her daughter at the train the next day like a spy or a con artist, as if the two sides of herself didn't even care to know each other. But it was too late for that. Not just in terms of her ever becoming the kind of woman who knew how to do that kind of thing, without exposing herself as deluded or pathetic or ridiculous. — Jonathan Dee

I actually acted onstage before I'd ever seen a live performance, and I loved it. — Bob Gunton

It is easy to forgive children who are afraid of the dark but the real tragedy of life is men who are afraid of the light. — Plato

What is important is not what someone is but what he is waiting for. Not the events of life but its possibilities. — Dorothee Solle

Simply by living in this particular time and space, you're doing something nearly 100% of all other humans ever never could. Don't waste it. — Bill Loguidice

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain. — Jessamyn West

People who are on a spiritual quest don't think, they simply want results. — Paulo Coelho

Though I remember, sharply, last things. The last book she read. The last play (and film, and concert, and opera, and art exhibition) that we went to together. The last wine she drank, the last clothes she bought. The last weekend away. The last bed we slept in that wasn't ours. The last this, the last that. The last piece of my writing that made her laugh. The last words she wrote herself; the last time she signed her name. The last piece of music I played her when she came home. Her last complete sentence. Her last spoken word. — Julian Barnes

Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again.
Max (thinking): How about your head on a stick? — James Patterson