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“The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encounter along the way, a love that can be seen in the eyes of a little dog or in the confusion of a cute lost cat who wants to be worshiped like a Goddess. This kind of love goes through a divine crafting of a person's inner self, through personal experience and thousands of years of tears and strength, that can only be seen in the familiar eyes of old souls, the eyes that recognize each other even after long times of separation, the eyes that find themselves familiar with places they have probably been to before, but that nevertheless bring great memories with every visit. This kind of love sees hope in the eyes of new-born children that know way much more than they are capable of putting into words and that bring with their innocence a smile on each person's face who'd wish they could start again. The love that I see when I look at you is a love which has roots deep inside each of us, but that needs care and light to grow and unfold its branches so that they can reach outside of ourselves and even further beyond the skies.”
― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

“My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.”
― N.R. Walker, Spencer Cohen, Book One

“How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.”
― Kathryn Hurn, HELL HEAVEN & IN-BETWEEN: One Woman's Journey to Finding Love

“When asking for advice, search not for what is on the surface, Dig deeper, questioning what does this person believe in?”
― J.R. Rim

“At the end of the day, if you’re wasting your time by not investing in yourself, you’re going to waste away—and that would be the greatest waste of all.”
― Richie Norton

“Quinns always come at half price, about half the time, and half-naked, even during the colder half of winter. A Quinn is like a queen, but draggier, and cheaper to buy and use for personal gain, unless you’re suspicious that you’re poor and illiterate like Jarod Kintz, in which case Quinns could be the spirits of your dead relatives, come to haunt you until you gather a massive fortune through selling books on the internet, to send some back in time through a portal you bought from the NSA, so they would have lived better lives without having to move a finger for their fortune. Oh, yah, and since they aren’t - they’re blue, like smurfs, yet they turn purple whenever tickled on the belly, which is something they seem to rather dislike, since they start biting and scratching when it happens, for no good reason, I might add.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“It has been my personal experience that the government engages in a wide range of frauds with the common people.”
― Steven Magee

“Do you have a personal mantra? Mine comes from a childhood song.

"Wherever I go the grass grows greener.”
― Richie Norton

“Undergoing personal change is a difficult but necessary process of maturing into the ultimate manifestation of a desirable self. True personal transformation requires a person honestly to assess their inner spirituality and adopt a clear vision of who they want to be. An earnest person experiencing inner transformation of their values and belief system is apt to feel conflicted, confused, and disorientated. Change of self is displacement, disarticulation, and loss of self. Alteration of our self-image results in disrupting, dislocating, and modifying a person’s perspective of what is significant.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“They were all joking about the party at my place when they walked away. As I uncapped my drink, I noticed Michael was hanging back a bit.
“Got something on your mind?� I called out, gesturing at him with my chin.
He was a good player, he worked hard on the field, and I respected him. I got the feeling, though, that I wasn’t going to like what he wanted to say. I could tell by the hesitation in his face and body language. He probably disagreed with some of the plays I wanted to try tonight and didn’t want to piss me off in fear I would freeze him out on the field.
But I wasn’t like that. I left personal shit in the locker room. There was no room for drama in the game.
He walked back over in front of me as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “I’m not sure I should say anything.�
“Just say it, man. It’s cool.�
“I saw your girl this morning.� He started, and everything in me went cold.
This wasn’t about football. This was personal.
“You looking at Rimmel?� I asked, my voice calm and low.
His eyes widened a little, but he shook his head. “No, man. I probably wouldn’t have known it was her, but she was wearing your hoodie.�
I nodded for him to continue.
“She was in the hall, outside her class,� he said, glancing at me.
He needed to get to the fucking point already. I was losing patience.
“That guy Zach was with her. It looked pretty intense.�
I jerked upright. “What?� I growled.
What the fuck was Rimmel doing with Zach? Why was he talking to her?
“He was grabbing her arm. Jerking her around pretty good.�
Red tinged my vision and adrenaline started pumping in my veins. “What did you just say?�
Michael nodded grimly. “It’s why I noticed them. He grabbed her and she cried out. She told him to let go, but he just jerked her more. She almost fell.�
A noise rumbled out of my chest and anger so swift and hot that it hurt filled me. “Tell me you pulled him off her,� I intoned.
“I was going to. I called out to them and started forward, but that’s when he let her go and walked away.�
I was going to kill him.
Dead.
“I asked her if she was okay. I don’t think she knew I’m on the team with you.�
“Probably not,� I muttered, still trying to control the anger spiraling out of control inside me.
“She said she was.� He continued, but I heard the doubt in his voice.
“But?� The word came out harsher than I intended, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“But her wrist was pretty red. Looked like it was going to bruise.�
Thought ceased in my head. Rationality evaporated. “Thanks for telling me,â€� I said and rushed away in the opposite direction of my next class.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Hater

“Some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them.”
― Judy Blume, Tiger Eyes

“My instinct told me that she didn't want me to understand. What she felt and lived with couldn't be shared or understood by anyone else.”
― James Anderson, The Never-Open Desert Diner

“Everything is reflected in both - outside (out there) and inside (in here) - marvel at it, experience, learn. The personal is also the universal, and the universal is also the personal.”
― Jay Woodman

“When I am, you are not.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“My story can move fast, as I can't, it can have a reasonable and perhaps perfect solution, as mine can't. A solution that is somehow satisfying, as my personal solution never can be.”
― Patricia Highsmith

“Hide in the morrow. No one will look for you there.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“I still have a tendency to sit back and wait out the bad things that try and take over my life.”
― Dean Bakopoulos, Please Don't Come Back From The Moon: A Novel

“Why study things of no use? To learn you don't need it and concentrate your efforts on what is important to you.”
― J.R. Rim

“Your anger â€� about matters that you think are personal and yours alone â€� is, in fact, the fuel for the machines of war. Your kindness towards strangers on the street is, in fact, the grace and serenity that brings millions of people together to work towards the common good of all.”
― Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace: Essential Teachings For Enriching Life

“A pesar de que somos hombres de nuestra propia vida personal somos también, por otra parte, en gran medida, representantes, víctimas y promotores de un espíritu colectivo, cuya vida equivale a siglos.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

“The perfection of yoga, therefore, does not terminate in voidness or impersonalism; on the contrary, the perfection of yoga is attained when one actually sees the Personality of Godhead in His eternal form.”
― A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

“Era verdad que, a partir de cierto momento, mi vida y el modo de vivirla se habían torcido. Había tenido mis razones. Aunque los demás no lo entendieran, no había podido actuar de otro modo.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“There ain’t nothinâ€� you can say about war that ain’t personal. It’s all personal.”
― Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy

“Time should always by used well to maximise personal desires.”
― Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game

“I am soft spoken, but I do hold strong views..”
― Shawan Sarkar

“Someday will be your moment to shine, why not make it today?”
― Mary Elizabeth Delfino

“I wouldn't say I'm happy, but I look at things in a soft way. I try to convey more personal interaction, rather than huge injustices.”
― Oliver

“5 stars = If I weren't taken, I'd marry this book and have its delightful little book babies.

4 stars = goin' steady (or whatever you crazy kids call it these days). So good I'd read it again.

3 stars = A great, one-time fling. I enjoyed it but it probably won't be a reread.

2 stars and below = The pretty thing didn't make it past the pick-up line. I don't rate these because I don't finish them.”
― Eliza Crewe

“In the past, some people exist in pictures, some in words. I smile as among the photos I catch a glimpse of the black-haired, black-eyed boy who came as close as was possible, after you, to breaking my heart. He is best remembered as a visual: his smile, unbuttoned shirt, his tan. His words, pretty as they were, dissolved like the smoke rings he blew around them.”
― Joanna Barnard, Precocious

“Squashed behind The Cloud of Unknowing we discovered a pocket-size spiral notebook with a day-by-day account of the time Justin had stayed with her and her husband after Tommy’s death. The writing was legible though it required effort (this was before she took her calligraphy course), but Justin was ecstatic and asked if he could have the little notebook. “This is my history,â€� he said. Later, after he had deciphered every last word: “Boy, was I loved.”
― Gail Godwin, Publishing: A Writer’s Memoir