Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.

-- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

-- Jess C. Scott, I Wrote This For You

Niemand kann euch etwas eröffnen, das nicht schon im Dämmern eures Wissens schlummert.

-- Kahlil Gibran, Rooms in the House of Stone: The "Thistle" Series of Essays

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

-- Annie Dillard, The Living

I love you enough to never make you choose.

-- Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.

-- H. Jackson Brown Jr., Just One Day

Love is a drama of contradictions.

-- Franz Kafka, The Reader

Worship is forever.

-- Mac Canoza, Pearls Of Eternity

Life is always just to learn.

-- Will Advise, My Life: A Spoken Autobiography

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

-- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Materialist deny God because they can't smell a rose with a powerful telescope.

-- Adriano Bulla, Waiting: A Nonbeliever's Higher Power

The moment you stop chasing happiness, you become happy.

-- Sandy Hyatt-James, I Love You Too

Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.

-- Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake

Not my daughter, you bitch!

-- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.

-- Bashō Matsuo, Forever . . .

Being aware is being aware of one's own mind and the games it plays on itself.

-- Robin Macnaughton, Power Astrology: Make The Most Of Your Sun Sign

I dont celebrate any friendship that was build on hate, because we share the common enemy.

-- De philosopher DJ Kyos, Works of Mary Wollstonecraft

the ball of sexual-tension-meets-too-many-drinks was in her court.

-- Cristin Harber, Sweet Girl

Gift the children corruption free nation. Happy Children's day.

-- Vikrmn, Corpkshetra

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

-- Franz Kafka, Essays of Three Decades