Nickolas Sparks

Posted on July 16, 2013. Filed under: quotes |

nicholas_sparksThe Nothebook

  • My daddy said that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
  • You are the answer to every prayer I’ve offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don’t know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.
  • If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her—then don’t let her go.
  • The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a good-bye for the past then thousand years and a prelude to that will come.
  • I don’t know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
  • It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
  • In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods of tears and despair and make in though the potholed streets of life.
  • I wish I could give you what you’re looking for, but I don’t know what it is. There is a part of you that you keep closed of from everyone, including me.
  • you have to love something before you can hate it.
  • Dreams are always crushing when they don’t come true. But it’s the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable,  so attainable. You’re always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it’s enough to break your heart.
  • We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
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Richard Bach

Posted on July 16, 2013. Filed under: quotes |

Richard Bach

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

  • We have a reason to live-to learn, to discover, to be free.
  • It always works, when you know what you’re doing.
  • If our friendship depends on things like space and time, we’re destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is there. Overcome time and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of there and Now, don’t you think that we might see each other once or twice?
  • The gull sees farthest who flies highest.
  • The only true law is that which leads to freedom.
  • The price of being misunderstood, he thought. The call you devil or they call you god.
  • I don’t understand how you manage to love a mob of birds that has just tries to kill you.
  • Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.
  • You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.
  • Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too.
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Orhan Pamuk

Posted on July 11, 2013. Filed under: quotes |

pamuk                                                  Istanbul

Memories and the city

  •   Life can’t be all that bad, I’d think from time to time. Whatever happens, I can always  take a walk along the Bosporus.
  • History becomes a word with no meaning.
  • Istanbul is a place where, for the past 150 years, no one has been able to feel completely at home.
  • The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots, the second thing I learned was that some are even worse. I was still too young to grasp that people of breeding were meant to affect innocence of this fundamental distinction, and that the same courtesy applied to any disparity that might rise out of religious, racial, sexual,class, financial, and(most recent) cultural difference.
  • My prolonged study of these photographs led me to appreciate the importance of preserving certain moments for prosperity , and as time moved forwards I also came to see what a powerful influence these framed scenes exerted over us as we went about our daily lives.
  • And before long , the music , the views rushing past the window , my fathers voice and the narrow cobblestone streets all merged into one , and it seemed to me that while we would never find answers to these fundamental questions , it was good for us to ask them anyway .
  • This mysterious decree would incite me to defy it and spit on the ground at once, but because the police were stationed two steps away in front of the Governor’s Mansion, I’d just stare at it uneasily instead. Now I began to fear that spit would suddenly climb out of my throat and land on the ground without my even willing it. But as I knew, spitting was mostly a habit of grown-ups of the same stock as those brainless, weak-willed, insolent children who were always being punished by my teacher. Yes, we would sometimes see people spitting on the streets, or hawking up phlegm because they had no tissues, but this didn’t happen often enough to merit a decree of this severity, even outside the Governor’s Manson. Later on, when I read about the Chinese spitting pots and discovered how commonplace spitting was in other parts of the world, I asked myself why they’d gone to such lengths to discourage spitting in Istanbul, where it had never been popular.
  • I have in all honesty believed that two people with similar names must have similar characters, that an unfamiliar word – be it Turkish or foreign – must be semantically similar to a word spelt like it, that the soul of a dimpled woman must carry something of the soul of another dimpled woman i knew before, that all fat people are the same, that all poor people belong to a fraternity about which i know nothing, that there must be a link between peas and Brazil – not just because Brazil is Breziliya in Turkish and the word for pea is bezelye but also because the Brazilian flag has, it seems, an enormous pea on it.
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Somerset Maugham

Posted on April 1, 2013. Filed under: quotes |


The Moon and Sixpence

The most interesting thing in art is the personality of the artist.

Art is a manifestation of emotion, and emotion speaks a language that all may understand.

It is Truth and Freedom that you seek, and for a moment you thought that you might find release in Love. I think your tired soul sought rest in woman’s arms, and when you found no rest there you hated her. You had to pity for her, because you have no pity for yourself. And you killed her out of tear, because you trembled still at the danger you had barely escaped.

Each one of us is alone in the world.

A man’s work reveals him.

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually became the person they seem.

Unconsciously, perhaps, we treasure the power we have over people by their regard for our opinion of them, and we hate those upon whom we have no such influence. I suppose it is the bitterest wound to human pride.

Love is a disease. Women are the instruments of my pleasure. I have no patience with their claim to be helpmates partners, companions.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the Love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.

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