Nightbugs - Feed Quotations Book Search <![CDATA[The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the I, under another form, continues the task of existence.]]> <![CDATA[And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.]]> <![CDATA[A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.]]> <![CDATA[Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.]]> <![CDATA[Habit, if not resisted, soon becomes necessity.]]> <![CDATA[To abstain from sin when one can no longer sin is to be forsaken by sin, not to forsake it.]]> <![CDATA[Keep a fair-sized cemetery in your back yard, in which to bury the faults of your friends.]]> <![CDATA[I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.]]> <![CDATA[If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.]]> <![CDATA[What we do upon some great occasion will probably depend on what we already are. What we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline.]]> <![CDATA[I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.]]> <![CDATA[In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known -- no wonder, then, that I return the love.]]> <![CDATA[Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.]]> <![CDATA[Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth --look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.]]> <![CDATA[People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.]]> <![CDATA[The present generation, wearied by its chimerical efforts, relapses into complete indolence. Its condition is that of a man who has only fallen asleep towards morning: first of all come great dreams, then a feeling of laziness, and finally a witty or clever excuse for remaining in bed.]]> <![CDATA[Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.]]> <![CDATA[After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.]]> <![CDATA[We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.]]> <![CDATA[Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.]]> <![CDATA[We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm.]]> <![CDATA[Thank Heaven! the crisis --The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last --, and the fever called Living is conquered at last.]]> <![CDATA[I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.]]> <![CDATA[Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.]]> <![CDATA[Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?]]> <![CDATA[Read nothing that you do not care to remember, and remember nothing you do not mean to use.]]> <![CDATA[Tis the good reader that makes the good book; in every book he finds passages which seem to be confidences or sides hidden from all else and unmistakably meant for his ear; the profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader; the profound thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until it is discovered by an equal mind and heart.]]> <![CDATA[I wasted time, and now time doth waste me.]]> <![CDATA[Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.]]> <![CDATA[The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. [Hamlet]]]> <![CDATA[Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.]]> <![CDATA[The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.]]> <![CDATA[At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.]]> <![CDATA[A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.]]> <![CDATA[Every mind has a choice between truth and repose. Take which you please you can never have both.]]> <![CDATA[Coffee is good for talent, but genius wants prayer.]]> <![CDATA[I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.]]> <![CDATA[When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.]]>