The best Book Quotes

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

It's when you’re acting selflessly that you are at your bravest.

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

Der Trick bei Verhandlungen bestand darin, von Anfang an alle Karten in der Hand zu haben oder zumindest so auszusehen, als ob dem so wäre.

Confidence is ignorance. If you're feeling cocky, it's because there's something you don't know.

It's like learning to ride a unicorn. You never forget.

Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

Oh, I'm crazy all right. I do have plenty of psychoses. Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I've got them all, but most of all, I'm crazy about you.

I don't suppose you would consider peaceful surrender?

But even though there were plenty of teeth in the grin, there was no heart.

Mit genau einem Meter Körpergröße lag Holly nur einen Zentimeter unter dem Elfendurchschnitt, aber ein Zentimeter kann verdammt viel ausmachen, wenn er einem fehlt.

Wanting just leads to more wanting. There's no end to desire.

Maybe growing up means disappointing the people we love.

Everything's a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It's up to you.

Life is a gift. Don't forget to live it.

I was happy before I met him. But I'm alive now, and those are not the same thing.

In my head I know I've been in love before, but it doesn't feel like it. Being in love with you is better than the first time. It feels like the first time and the last time and the only time all at once.

You can't predict the future. It turns out that you can't predict the past either. Time moves in both directions - forward and backward - and what happens here and now changes them both.

My guilt is an ocean for me to drown in.

I read once that, on average, we replace the majority of our cells every seven years. Even more amazing: we change the upper layers of our skin every two weeks. If all the cells in our body did this, we'd be immortal. But some of our cells, like the ones in our brains, don't renew. They age, and age us. In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly's hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can't have both.

Sometimes you do things for the right reasons and sometimes for the wrong ones and sometimes it’s impossible to tell the difference.

Maybe part of falling in love with someone else is also falling in love with yourself.

How can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?

"I don't believe in love."
"It's not a religion," he says. "It exists whether you believe in it or not."

I didn't know you this morning, and now I don't remember not knowing you.

Sometimes your world shakes so hard, it's difficult to imagine that everyone else isn't feeling it too.

The trouble with getting your hopes too far up is: it's a long way down.

We are born to dream and make the things we dream about.

There's a Japanese phrase that I like: "koi no yokan". It doesn't mean love at first sight. It's closer to love at second sight. It's the feeling when you meet someone that you're going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don't love them right away, but it's inevitable that you will.

People just want to believe. Otherwise they would have to admit that life is just a random series of good and bad things that happen until one day you die.

I wonder if she realizes how passionate she is about not being passionate.

Sometimes your world shakes so hard, it's difficult to imagine that everyone else isn't feeling it too.

How can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?

Sometimes I reread my favorite books from back to front. I start with the last chapter and read backward until I get to the beginning. When you read this way, characters go from hope to despair, from self-knowledge to doubt. In love stories, couples start out as lovers and end as strangers. Coming-of-age books become stories of losing your way. Your favorite characters come back to life.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

I used my brains to outsmart teachers - and that wasn't very smart at all.

Maybe it just means that love can be stronger than fear.

The thing is- and I know this is going to sound strange-that I seem to love you sort of desperately.

"I have never been in love before," Julian said. "You're my first-and you'll be my only."

You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car.
You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.

People die... so love them every day.
Beauty fades... so look before it's gone.
Love changes... but not the love you give.
And if you love, you'll never be alone.

Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!

Evil will never find peace. It may triumph, but it will never find peace.

It means that there's only one love for everyone who exists. And when you meet that love, you know them. You know you were meant to be together, and nothing can keep you apart.

When you're soulmates, it hits you like lightning, and you know that's the one person in the world you were meant to be with. You don't think you're soulmates; you just know it's your destiny whether you like it or not.

Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten.

"I love you," she said. "You made me fall in love with you. I don't care how tall you are or what color your hair is-I care about you. You make me laugh. You're smart. You're gentle. And you're real, you're a real person, not some jock with a facade that's going to fall apart when I get to know him. I know you already, and I love you, you idiot. I don't care what you do with toilet paper."

I fell in love with you. I didn't do it on purpose.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny country called Cornucopia, which had been ruled for centuries by a long line of fair-haired kings. The king at the time of which I write was called King Fred the Fearless. He'd announced the ‘Fearless’ bit himself, on the morning of his coronation, partly because it sounded nice with 'Fred', but also because he'd once managed to catch and kill a wasp all by himself, if you didn't count five footmen and the boot boy.