The best Book Quotes (Page 3)

Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen.

I guess that's part of growing up, too - saying goodbye to the things you used to love.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

So much of love is chance. There's something scary and wonderful about that.

I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly.

I know now that I don't want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can't stop yourself from dreaming.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing.

Do you think there's a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?

You never know the last time you'll see a place. A person.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you're the underdog.

She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours."

Never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

And so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's never a good sign.

As for the end of the universe… I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.

Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.

The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.

When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.

Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

There are moments when troubles enter our lives and we can do nothing to avoid them. But they are there for a reason. Only when we have overcome them will we understand why they were there.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love.

People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.

If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup. All wines should be tasted; some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.

I don't live in either my past or my future. I'm interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living now.

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.

Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.

Your eyes show the strength of your soul.

Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.

The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.

How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it.

What is a teacher? I'll tell you: it isn't someone who teaches something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.

You are what you believe yourself to be.

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.