The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.
-- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Nobody but you have to believe in your dreams to make them a reality.
-- Germany Kent, The Papery Onions
He worked with her as she was and not as he wanted her to be.
-- Colin Clark, My Week With Marilyn
Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.
-- Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake
Get books, sit yourself down anywhere, and go to reading them yourself.
-- Abraham Lincoln, Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader
The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche, Releasing You from Fear
Either you run the day or the day runs you..
-- Jim Rohn, The Seven Storey Mountain
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
-- Dion Boucicault, Cress
The pain is necessary to find the power of being.
-- Lailah Gifty Akita, Corpkshetra
The secret of being tiresome is in telling everything.
-- Voltaire, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing
People don't vanish from one's life; they come back in disguise.
-- Yiyun Li, Kinder Than Solitude
Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
-- Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
通往成功的電梯故障了,你就只好爬樓梯,一次一步慢慢爬。
The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs. .. one step at a time.
-- 喬.吉拉德,美國著名業務員
Love wins, love always wins.
-- Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
You have two choices, to conquer your fear or to let your fear conquer you.
-- Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
"Based on a true story"? No, thanks. I prefer "based on a true imagination".
-- Enkelejd Lamaj, Something New
Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.
-- Günter Grass, The Tin Drum
I will not try to make you love me, to respect me or commit yourself to me. Bye.
-- Ane Krstevska, Wealth of Words
The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.
-- Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.
-- Orhan Pamuk, Snow