Kiss. n. A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for "bliss".
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.
Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and something might find it, and save it before it disappears forever. Say the sea. Because it's what we have left. Because faced by the sea, we without crosses, without magic, we must still have a weapon, something, so as not to die in silence, that's all.
I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.
Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say
. . . he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives. . . such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
If you depart from moral absolutes, you go into a bottomless pit. Communism and Nazism were catastrophic evils which both derived from moral relativism. Their differences were minor compared to their similarities.
For excellence, the presence of others is always required.
No one writes better historical fiction than Steven Pressfield. The Afghan War that was waged by Alexander the Great 2000 years ago is eerily similar to the one that's being fought today. This book should be required reading for anyone who wants to better understand what American and Coalition forces are up against in one of history's most tribal and troubled regions.
There is nothing like playing at Wimbledon; you can feel the footprints of the legends of the game-men and women-that have graced those courts.