Shannara > Shannara's Quotes

“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”
― John Lennon

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
― Neil Gaiman

“How will I know who I can become if I don't give myself the chance to try new things, to push myself beyond my normal boundaries? Who might I be if I am away from the things that I currently use to define myself?”
― Eileen Cook, With Malice

“Do not accept an evil you can change.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“I honestly don’t give a flying pig who you are. Everyone deserves a hug\(^-^)/”
― — Me

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Identity politics replaced structural political analysis, and meant that people could claim identities that were seen to arrive from the heavens rather than from the power structures of sex, race and class.”
― Sheila Jeffreys, Gender Hurts: A Feminist Analysis of the Politics of Transgenderism

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country

“...
But even if the minute hand, too quickly
squeezes the wick between its fingertips,
Joy
still looks like honey and sunshine in their eyes,
helping old mum and dad out of the car,
sagging like candle wax

as life, in a breeze, is gone already
whisking the leaves on their tombstone,
engraved,
no wind can ever erase them.”
― Ximena Escobar, The Secret Beautiful

“Out here, she was reduced to a mere observer, a transient entity skirting the edges of infinity. The sensation of insignificance clung to her like a second skin. Her thoughts, grappling with the paradox of her significance.”
― Ron Jenkins, The Great Frontier: In the Beginning