
Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement. - Charles M. Schulz
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EditYesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement. - Charles M. Schulz
Strength is Life, Weakness is Death.Expansion is Life, Contraction is Death.Love is Life, Hatred is Death. - Swami Vivekananda
Well,” Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, “you behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.”“I don’t,” Gabriel said. “I just dislike him.” He pointed at Will.“Dear me,” said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. “Is it because I’m better-looking than you? - Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
Love makes us such fools. - Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
I was lost yesterday, I am found today and I will be forgotten tomorrow. - Santosh Kalwar
A prison becomes a home when you have the key. - George Sterling
Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can. - Douglas Pagels
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle - it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3-parts dead. - Bertrand Russell
[T]he race is long - to finish first, first you must finish. - Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something? - Shannon L. Alder
The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods. - Arthur Conan Doyle