The best Book Quotes (Page 31)

Anyone can betray anyone.

Rise, red as the dawn.

"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," said Scrooge. "But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change."

And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say
That the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day!

With a smile to his soul, he descended Mount Crumpet
Cheerily blowing "Who! Who!" on his trumpet.

Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.

"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat.
"I'll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat."

He brought back their snoof and their tringlers and fuzzles,
Brought back their pantookas, their dafflers and wuzzles.

Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming!"

Packed it up with their presents, their ribbons, their wrappings,
Their snoof and their fuzzles, their tringlers and trappings!
Ten thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpet,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who simply don't want to be in it, because we know no matter how much we struggle, we can't comfortably fit.

When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

Love is not a "because", it's a "no matter what".

Gimli: "Toss me!"
Aragorn: "What?"
Gimli: "I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me... don't tell the elf!"

'It was a mistake,' you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Avoiding risk is not much of a goal... whether you crawl into a hole or walk a high wire, nobody gets out of here alive. We cannot grow without challenge.

The heartfelt realization of one's insignificance yields a calming sense of being completely connected to the greater whole. As a tiny part of the world and humanity, I now feel more at peace and much larger than I ever felt as a man alone.

In addition to the little ecosystem developing around my raft, I am constantly surrounded by a display of natural wonders. The acrobatic dorados perform beneath ballets of fluffy white clouds. The clouds glide across the sky until they join at the horizon to form whirling, flaming sunsets that are slowly doused by nightfall. Then, as if the sun had suddenly crashed, thousands of glistening galaxies are flung out into deep black night. There is no bigger sky country than the sea. But I cannot enjoy the incredible beauty around me. It lies beyond my grasp, taunting me. Knowing it can be stolen from me at any time, by a Dorado or shark attack or by a deflating raft, I cannot relax and appreciate it. It is beauty surrounded by ugly fear. I write in my log that it is a view of heaven from a seat in hell.

There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving.

The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.

He loved libraries. Nowhere else in the world felt so safe and homey. Nowhere else smelled like books and dust and happy solitude quite like a library did.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Bystanders who do nothing give bullies permission inadvertently to go on being bullies. Most are afraid they’ll lose friends or be bullied themselves if they help victims or report bullies, and some feel guilty for years afterward.

My self-wroth is not linked to your cruel words and actions.
My self-esteem is not affected by your deliberate attempts to destroy my character.
You have no power over me.
You will not silence me.

It was because of the way you treated me that I learned to be my own person, have my own opinion, stand my ground. It’s at least partially because I survived you that I’m the person I am today.

In order to find some solution to the bullying problem, we’ll have to be more tolerant of ambiguity, subtlety, and strangeness not just in other people but in ourselves. It may be important to your identity that you are a soccer player, but it may be equally important that you can whistle the national anthem backward and make the world’s best spicy popcorn and do a wicked impression of Victoria Beckham. Schools, parents, and educational endeavors should encourage people not just to empathize but to discover and celebrate the weirdness in others and in ourselves. We need not just to think but to live outside the box. Weirdness is good. It keeps things interesting.

Bullying is a horrible thing. It sticks with you forever. It poisons you. But only if you let it.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

The world is full of monsters with friendly faces.

If citizens followed their leaders' example throughout history, the human race would have died out centuries ago.

If stakes and garlic were the top two things that could kill a vampire, ninth grade gym was a close third.

'Morning, sunshine.'
Vlad blinked at her. 'Morning, sulfuric acid.'
'Pardon me?'
'Well, isn't it just kinda wrong to call a vampire 'sunshine'?'