The best Book Quotes (Page 2)

You want people lined up, Will. You want the good guys on one side, the bad on the other. It doesn't work that way, does it? It is never that simple. Love, for example, leads to hate. I think that was what started it all. Primitive love.

And bad stays. Bad doesn't go away. You bury bad, it digs itself out. You throw bad in the middle of the ocean, it comes back at you like a tidal wave.

Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon!

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

Summer romances come to an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

"Terrific," Simon said. "The psychos are on my side."

You've made plenty of short stories long. But never, ever, have you made a long story short.

She dabbed her eye. A sarcastic rejoinder came to my lips, but I bit it back.

The world doesn't give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems.

Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.

Feeding teenage boys was like filling a bathtub with a grapefruit spoon.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

The cardinal rule: You never have to take back words you don't say.

The hunchback sees the hump of others - never his own.

We humans can't see straight. We are always biased. We always protect our own interests.

That's the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song.

This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth.

Survival is the thing. The mind will twist to survive. Anything can become normal.

Here is the truth about tragedy: it's good for the soul.

Sex is for anyone; the aftermath is for lovers.

He didn't believe in karma, but then again there was no reason to poke karma in the ribs.

There are virtually no major life decisions you make that are not in some way based on your finances.

Those who believe that we are anything other than animals are blind. All humans are savages. The ones who are well fed are just lazier. They don't need to kill to get their food. So they dress up and find so-called loftier pursuits that make them believe that they are somehow above it all. Such nonsense. Savages are just hungrier. That was all. You do horrible things to survive. Anyone who believes that they are above that is delusional.

I ordered a cheeseburger and a beer from a waitress who looked as though she wanted to be in one of those want-to-get-away? commercials. She called me hon. I love when a waitress calls me hon.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

Kids don't do what their parents say - they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?

Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you. Not so. Loved ones own you. You are forever held hostage once you care so much.

Yvonne started humming the QuickGo jingle, one of those torturous tunes that enters through the ear canal and proceeds to ricochet around the skull in search of an escape route it will never find.

I said everyone looks happy. That was kinda my point. If you judge the world by Facebook, you wonder why so many people take Prozac.

You look like several large orangutans made you their love slave.

You don't worry about happiness and fulfilment when you're starving.

We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by a thread. But we don't care. We don't see. We just keep pushing.

Most religious people don't believe the dogma, Ash. We take from it what we want, we discard what we don't. We form whatever narrative we like - kind God, vengeful God, active God, laid-back God, whatever. We just make sure we get something out of it. Maybe we get life everlasting while people we resent burn for eternity. Maybe we get something more concrete - money, a job, friends. You just change the narrative.

Most were conspiracy nuts, the kind who think Elvis and Jimi Hendrix are jamming on some island off Fiji.

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

Some people are drawn to trouble. Some people, no matter how easy the path they are given on the walk of life, will find a way to mess it all up.

Part of the human condition is that we all think that we are uniquely complex while everyone else is somewhat simpler to read. That is not true, of course. We all have our own dreams and hopes and wants and lust and heartaches. We all have our own brand of crazy.

You live among this ridiculous wealth and you get lost. You worry about nonsense like spirituality and inner health and satisfaction and relationships. You have no idea what it is like to starve, to watch yourself turn to bones.

Strength through discipline! Strength through community! Strength through action!

If people were destined to be led, Ben thought, this was something he must make sure they learned: to question thoroughly, never to put your faith in anyone's hands blindly.

More and more he'd begun to recognize the position of importance his students were unconsciously forcing upon him - the ultimate leader of The Wave.

For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest night, could begin to campare to the wonder of you.

To the stars that listen and the dreams that fulfill.

The Rainbow Fish shared his scales left and right. And the more he gave away, the more delighted he became.

Give a glittering scale to each one of the other fish. You'll no longer be the most beautiful fish in the sea but you'll discover how to be happy!

Once, a little blue fish asked for one of his shining scales, but the Rainbow Fish just laughed. "Never!" he said. After that, the other fish swam away from him. The Rainbow Fish was all alone.

A rather peculiar feeling came over the Rainbow Fish. For a long time he watched the little blue fish swim back and forth with his new scale glittering in the water.

I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.