The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.
Yet who shall shut out Fate?
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
There is no caste in blood.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?
Even as a supporter of Roe v. Wade, I am compelled to acknowledge that the language both sides use on this subject can be unfortunately misleading and unconstructive. . . . Everyone is worse off for it
The whole of nature is an endless demonstration of shape and form. It always surprises me when artists try to escape from this.
Our Christian destiny is, in fact, a great one: but we cannot achieve greatness unless we lose all interest in being great. For our own idea of greatness is illusory, and if we pay too much attention to it we will be lured out of the peace and stability of the being God gave us, and seek to live in a myth we have created for ourselves. And when we are truly ourselves we lose most of the futile self-consciousness that keeps us constantly comparing ourselves with others in order to see how big we are.