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“I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“...the moron who thought love was forever.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“Aspire to Inspire before you Expire!”
― Eugene Bell Jr., What Are YOU Waiting For?: 11 Action Steps to Giving Yourself the Green Light in Life!

“When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.”
― Anzia Yezierska

“Cuidado con lo que haces, pues si no, nos pierdes a ambos perdiéndote tú.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

“Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.”
― George R. R. Martin

“Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.”
― Jeanette Winterson

“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.”
― Stephen Hawking

“You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.”
― Michel Onfray

“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“I would die for you. But I won't live for you.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I go to seek a great perhaps”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“It is not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer.”
― Albert Einstein

“Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.”
― Harlan Coben, Promise Me

“From the moment we are born, we begin to die.”
― Janne Teller, Nothing