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“I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some pity, some tenderness, some charity, when we are dead: it is the living only who cannot be forgiven - the living only from whom men's indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind. While the heart beats, bruise it - it is your only opportunity; while the eye can still turn towards you with moist, timid entreaty, freeze it with an icy unanswering gaze; while the ear, that delicate messenger to the inmost sanctuary of the soul, can still take in the tones of kindness, put it off with hard civility, or sneering compliment, or envious affectation of indifference; while the creative brain can still throb with the sense of injustice, with the yearning for brotherly recognition - make haste - oppress it with your ill-considered judgements, your trivial comparisons, your careless misrepresentations. The heart will by and by be still - ubi saeoa indignatio ulterius cor lacerate nequit; the eye will cease to entreat; the ear will be deaf; the brain will have ceased from all wants as well as from all work. Then your charitable speeches may find vent; then you may remember and pity the toil and the struggle and the failure; then you may give due honour to the work achieved; then you may find extenuation for errors, and may consent to bury them ("The Lifted Veil")”
― Mary Ann Evans, The Lifted Veil

“Writers whose thoughts are expressed with clarity and precision are assumed by readers to be superficial. Where the meaning is obscured, then readers give more attention and consider the fruit of their labour more valuable”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“I am discovering that I can live far better without cynicism than I can without trust.”
― Steve Goodier

“Every time you see a beautiful woman, just remember, somebody else got tired of her shit”
― Kinky Friedman, When the Cat's Away

“Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to wait until the next dry season comes around. Home is where your woman is, that you come back to in the intervals between a greater love - the only real love - the lust for riches buried in the earth, that are your own if you can find them.

Perhaps you do not call it home, even to yourself. Perhaps you call them 'my house,' 'my woman,' What if there was another 'my house,' 'my woman,' before this one? It makes no difference. This woman is enough for now.

Perhaps the guns sounded too loud at Anzio or at Omaha Beach, at Guadalcanal or at Okinawa. Perhaps when they stilled again some kind of strength had been blasted from you that other men still have. And then again perhaps it was some kind of weakness that other men still have. What is strength, what is weakness, what is loyalty, what is perfidy?

The guns taught only one thing, but they taught it well: of what consequence is life? Of what consequence is a man? And, therefore, of what consequence if he tramples love in one place and goes to find it in the next? The little moment that he has, let him be at peace, far from the guns and all that remind him of them.

So the man who once was Bill Taylor has come back to his house, in the dusk, in the mountains, in Anahuac. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")”
― Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

“The first of ‘Goose’s Two Laws of Survival.â€� It runs thus, ‘The weak are meat the strong do eat.’ â€� ... Henry grinned in the dark & cleared his throat. “The second law of survival states that there is no second law. Eat or be eaten. That’s it.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Cuando haces una obra de caridad, on en mi caso de solidaridad, te sientes con derecho a ser como eres y tener lo que tienes. Ya pagaste tu impuesto, ¿ajá?”
― Xavier Velasco

“One child out of wedlock is an error. Two suggests carelessness. Three—and six—is simply wrong. Wrong.”
― Eloisa James, This Duchess of Mine

“At least you pay for them.â€�

“I could support a foundling hospital, and you would applaud my virtue.�

“I didn’t expect you to populate your own orphanage,â€� she said.”
― Eloisa James, This Duchess of Mine

“He could be so cynical. So dry and acidic. As blank as a page. Could he be tender, too?”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Marc Marronnier is twenty-seven years old, he has a beautiful apartment, a cool job and still he doesn't kill himself. Go figure.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“A cynical modification of letting go doesn't bring forgiveness, it's when, once you forgive, will you be able to let go.”
― Anthony Liccione

“A happy ending. Huh. I thought that was why we were here. Now. Five hundred years into Earth’s future. So we could start over, and live happily-ever-after. It wasn’t turning out that way, was it?”
― A.B. Shepherd, Lifeboat

“If there is any hell more unprincipled than our rulers, and we, the ruled, I feel curious to see it.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Slavery in Massachusetts

“Did it ever occur to you that when he told you he would come back he was lying? Many a man has done it. He probably meant no malice â€� he just did not want to see your tears and pleading. If you find him in Tarras you may not like what you discover. He won't thank you for crossing 'mountain and down' to find him. Life is not like the songs Avalon, tis far less pretty.”
― Sam J. Charlton, Journey of Shadows