Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must...
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Tom Robbins
Does he treat you with respect at all times? That's the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire to...
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Colleen Hoover
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
I don't get it, ' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?' There were so many questions in life. You couldn't ever have all the answers. But I knew this one. It's so she can fly, ' I said. Then...
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Sarah Dessen
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not...
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Rainer Maria Rilke
More Quotes By John Flanagan
But what if I make a mistake?' Will asked. Gilan threw back his head and laughed. 'A mistake? One mistake? You should be so lucky. You'll make dozens! I made four or five on my first day alone! Of course you'll make mistakes. <span style="margin:15px;...
Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's...
A hundred people is rather a large handful for the four of us to take on, " Malcolm pointed out. "Do you have any ideas about how we're going to handle that task?"" Simple, " Halt told him. "We'll surround them.
Yes, I'm back, " he said, "And look who I ran into." Horace grinned at him. "i hope you ran into him hard."" As hard as I could.
Isn't that someone we know?" asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge...
