Berkira Quotes & Sayings

Because that, more than any monster, was what Sam had feared: that he was weak and cowardly. He had a terrible fear of being afraid. — Michael Grant

One of the comics said he thought I was talented but wouldn't ever make it as a stand-up. It hurt. Looking back now, I can see clearly how experienced comics get bitter. It's a tough business, and often things don't work out the way you think they will. But rage and jealousy comics can feel for others' success is a highly toxic waste of time. — Amy Schumer

Relax, Phyra. I'd be more concerned if he were in here with my son than with my daughter. The biggest threat he poses is he might want to borrow her shoes. (Stryker) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have. — Joanne Harris

If you could hear other people's thoughts, you'd overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn't know one from the other. It'd drive you insane. What's true? What's not? A million ideas, but what do they mean? — Jay Asher

I suddenly felt in myself all the weight of Europe: the weight of deliberate purpose in all our actions. I thought to myself, 'How difficult it is for us to attain to reality ... We always try to grab it: but it does not like to be grabbed. Only where it overwhelms man does it surrender itself to him. — Muhammad Asad

Three things," he growls. "One, you're too fuckin' young for me. Two, because of that, don't ever kiss me again and three, fuck, darlin', you kiss like a fuckin' angel. — Bella Jewel

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I thought about how it must feel to lose your life so early. Lose your life, as if you held an egg in your hand, and then dropped it, and it fell to the ground and broke, and I knew it could not feel like anything at all. If you were dead, you were dead, but in the fraction of a second just before; whether you realized then it was the end, and what that felt like. There was a narrow opening there, like a door barely ajar, that I pushed towards, because I wanted to get in, and there was a golden light in that crack that came from the sunlight on my eyelids, and then suddenly I slipped inside, and I was certainly there for a little flash, and it did not frighten me at all, just made me sad and astonished at how quiet everything was. — Per Petterson

The fruit of love is service, which is compassion in action. — Mother Teresa

Mom, I don't need a STUPID book with 288 BLANK pages!! — Rachel Renee Russell