Backpacked Minecraft Quotes & Sayings

Offer your strengths to others and you'll be amazed how many people offer their strengths to you. — Simon Sinek

Maybe Maxon did love me, but if he wasn't man enough to say it out loud, — Kiera Cass

People are like pistachios. Some of them open up easily, but there are others who need to be really broken to get into.-RVM — R.v.m.

The mages wouldn't be happy at all if they knew you were going after him. Master Rufus - "
"Let's kill him," Call said. Havoc growled.
"Master Rufus?" Aaron looked alarmed.
"No, of course not Master Rufus! I meant Jasper," Call said. — Cassandra Clare

I simply don't understand. I have not the remotest clue what the nature or extent of my neighbor's woes can be. Practical troubles, griefs that can be assuaged if only there is enough to eat - these may be the most intense of all burning hells, horrible enough to blast to smithereens my ten misfortunes, but that is precisely what I don't understand: if my neighbors manage to survive without killing themselves, without going mad, maintaining an interest in political parties, not yielding to despair, resolutely pursuing the fight for existence, can their griefs really be genuine? Am I wrong in thinking that these people have become such complete egoists and are so convinced of the normality of their way of life that they have never once doubted themselves? — Osamu Dazai

There are two books in America: one for the poor and one for the rich. The poor person does a crime and gets forty years. A rich person gets a slap on the wrist for the same crime. — Brandon Stanton

I want people to surprise themselves. Instead of saying "Oh, god, didn't we already do this 17 times?" — David Fincher

Failure is an option. It's what you do with the failure that makes you who you are. Our failures mold us. I have failed at several things in my life. What sets some of us apart, is that when we fail, we can't sleep at night. It haunts us until we have our time at redemption. — David Goggins

But you cannot preserve the memory of applause; it is too volatile, too perishable. Later it would astonish me that I could not satisfactorily summon back that moment[...]No, I would remember the towel...Bo Maybank's towel. Precisely and completely and for the rest of my life. I do not know how he got to know me, but I felt his light leaps up to my face and felt the towel warm against my brow. And his face, I would remember his face as he wiped the sweat from mine, transfigured with joy for me - his face vulnerable and febrile and anonymous - as he danced on the floor below me, as he tried to reach me, as he tried to be a part of the finest moment of my life. — Pat Conroy