The best Book Quotes (Page 11)

Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can.

No matter how much you love someone, you can still do despicable things to them.

So, you decide right now, right here. Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?

In a matter of a few weeks, I went from hating you to liking you to wanting the world for you, so forgive me if those feelings sometimes overlap.

He smells like limes and bad decisions.

How many losses can one person take before they just throw in the f*cking towel, Scotty? Because it sure is starting to feel like I'm all out of wins, here.

Crying seems to be the only thing left in life that I'm good at. Crying and making bad decisions.

Sometimes I wonder if we're all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways?

"Mercy is the sweetest wine and the bitterest wormwood," Eliss, the mother, said. "For it rewards the merciful and shames the guilty."

Is a lie really a lie if it is honestly believed?

War is always an adventure to those who've never seen it.

A fool is any man who doesn't think he's a fool.

I cannot believe the path to victory lies in staining our souls so black we become indistinguishable from those we fight.

But people are still people, however comfortable their surroundings. They lie, they feud, they betray and however much you give them, they always want more.

A man doesn't know his true strength until he fears for his life.

Give them the right lie and they'll believe it.

Choice is a lie. The greatest of lies.

A historian is a hunter, my lord. Seeking out signs in the undergrowth of correspondence and memoir, tracking prey via the spoor of memory.

It's always the way with great men, they can't see the knives of those who live in their shadow.

It was a curious effect of pain that time became infinite, every instant of agony prolonged to the ultimate.

"If the stars in the sky are not fixed, then nothing is fixed. Nothing is eternal, all is temporary and ever-changing." She turned away from the stars, meeting his gaze. "Nothing is fixed, my lord. No course is so set it cannot be changed."

"Cruelty is in all of us," he said. "But they made it a virtue."

"Put more than one philosopher together and you'll birth an argument," Erlin commented. "A truism I've observed the world over. In fact, I once saw one argue with himself, it got quite violent in the end."

Only in war does the madman become sane.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

Top-half students may use the Groom Room. Bottom-half students should use the time to reflect upon their mediocrity!

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

I'm a man. Men don't cry. I'm just… leaking from my eyeballs.

Nothing in life is guaranteed. You can't predict how many days you'll have on this Earth, how many more sunsets you'll be here to see. I want you to make me a promise. Always watch the sunset, baby girl.

When you meet the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life, they make you whole. They're your other half. Yes, life can be good, but once you meet your other half, it's f*cking wonderful.

And I lived in a dorm full of girls, all on the same damn menstrual schedule, so the fact that you're worse than all of them combined speaks volumes about your character.

I wanted to gouge my eyes out. Or better yet, stick a fork in one of the airbags she called a boob and watch her fly away.

You were wearing shorts at Trick and Nona's barbeque the first time I noticed your legs, how goddamn long and smooth they were. I wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around my waist while I was inside you, or my head when I had my face buried between your thighs.

I'm fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.

I lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.

I am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.

My sadness isn't a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop.

Life never misses an opportunity to upscuttle us, I think. Life likes to tell us it told us so.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

I didn't fall for you, you tripped me!

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?