Don Chisciotte Quotes & Sayings

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

The language of reactive people absolves them of responsibility. — Stephen R. Covey

The imagination never dies. — Edmund Clarence Stedman

Kelsea stared at it for a long moment, then turned to Pen.
"Go away."
"Lady - "
"What?"
Pen splayed his hands. "Things can't remain like this forever. We have to move past what happened."
"I have moved past it!"
"You haven't." Pen spoke quietly, but Kelsea heard the low hum of anger in his voice.
"It was a weak moment, and it won't repeat."
"I'm a Queen's Guard, Lady. You have to understand that."
"I understand that you're just like every other man in the world. Get out."
Pen's breath hissed through his teeth, and Kelsea was pleased to see real pain in his eyes for a moment before he retreated to his antechamber. — Erika Johansen

British innovation in design, in the creative arts, in engineering and manufacturing is world class. — Margaret Heffernan

If I could go back in time to when I was 18yrs old, I would take better notes this time, because back then I knew everything. — Michael Nuccio

A man does not show his greatness by being at one extremity, but rather by touching both at once. — Blaise Pascal

In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries, different colours, different races, different religions
and one of us was of a different world. — Edgar Rice Burroughs

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. — William Shakespeare

Shakespeare didn't work at all for me. — Charles Bukowski

In between reason and faith is a happy place, an inch away from where lies sorrow, an inch away from where lie peace — Anonymous

I am frequently underestimated. I think it's because I'm short. — Amie Kaufman