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  • #1
    Bernard M. Baruch
    “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
    Bernard M. Baruch

  • #2
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #3
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #4
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #5
    Sarah Dessen
    “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
    Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

  • #6
    Evelyn Waugh
    “Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.”
    Evelyn Waugh

  • #7
    Alan Bennett
    “What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.”
    Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader

  • #8
    Gary Paulsen
    “I read like a wolf eats.
    I read myself to sleep every night.”
    Gary Paulsen

  • #9
    William Blake
    “To see a World in a Grain of Sand
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
    And Eternity in an hour.”
    William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

  • #10
    John Milton
    “For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.”
    John Milton, Areopagitica

  • #11
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

  • #12
    Jasper Fforde
    “If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.”
    Jasper Fforde, Something Rotten

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #14
    Rudolf Steiner
    “You will not be good teachers if you focus only on what you do and not upon who you are.”
    Rudolf Steiner

  • #15
    Ralph Ellison
    “What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?”
    Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

  • #16
    Margaret Fuller
    “Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.”
    Margaret Fuller

  • #17
    Steve  Martin
    “A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
    Steve Martin

  • #18
    Lisa Scottoline
    “I'm a sociopath. I look normal, but I'm not. I'm smarter, better, and freer, because I'm not bound by rules, law, emotion or regard for you.”
    Lisa Scottoline, Every Fifteen Minutes

  • #19
    Langston Hughes
    “Folks, I'm telling you,
    birthing is hard
    and dying is mean-
    so get yourself
    a little loving
    in between.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #20
    Ray Bradbury
    “War’s never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don’t suppose that’s the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
    tags: war

  • #21
    Ray Bradbury
    “A long time back, she thought, I dreamed a dream, and was enjoying it so much when someone wakened me, and that day I was born. And now? Now, let me see...She cast her mind back. Where was I? she thought. Ninety years...how to take up the thread and the pattern of that lost dream again? She put out a small hand. There...yes, that was it. She smiled. Deeper in the warm snow hill she turned her head upon her pillow. That was better. Now, yes, now she saw it shaping in her mind quietly, and with a serenity like a sea moving along an endless and self-refreshing shore. Now she let the old dream touch and lift her from the snow and drift her above the scarce-remembered bed.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine



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