Life is like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay, the more wrinkled you get.
A good horse makes short miles.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
All passion becomes strength when it has an outlet.
I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too. ” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.
I don't mind One Direction. They're harmless, aren't they?
Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.
All I know is that I operate by going out to each of them and trying to learn the territory in which they operate. My language to each of them has to suit their brain.