While the light remains, ' said Carde, speaking slowly in his high deliberate voice, 'only do not forsake the joy of life. If you shall have given all your kisses, you will give too few. And as leaves fall from withered wreaths which you may see spread upon the cups and floating there, so for us, who now as lovers hope for so much, perhaps tomorrow's day will close the doom. Iris Murdoch
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
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Unknown
Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason..And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone,...
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Stephenie Meyer
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy–the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only...
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Unknown
Each day brings new opportunities, allowing you to constantly live with love–be there for others–bring a little light into someone's day. Be grateful and live each day to the fullest.
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Roy T. Bennett
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
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Tahereh Mafi
More Quotes By Iris Murdoch
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.
I know how much you grieve over those who are under your care: those you try to help and fail, those you cannot help. Have faith in God and remember that He will is His own way and in His own time complete what we...
Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free — if we are. Or because we’ve been educated — if we have. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy....
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
