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We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.

His answer to every problem, every setback was I will work harder! —which he had adopted as his personal motto.

The weight of this sad time we must obey,Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most: we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.

We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.

The distinguishing mark of man is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

What do you think, would not one tiny crime be wiped out by thousands of good deeds?

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

I can't be mad at you, you harmless scrawny bastard.

Then you must tell 'em dat love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.

People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.

She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both: by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved; and from his judgement, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed. A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it. Is there time?