laura’s Loved Quotes

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

They say everyone's born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you're the villain. Problem is, you don't always know that you've crossed that line. Maybe it's enough that the world thinks I'm a hero.

"I read the Bible with my eyes,
But hardly with my brain ;
Should this the meaning recognize,
My heart yet reads in vain."

If you cannot read all your books...fondle them---peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that you at least know where they are. Let them be your friends; let them, at any rate, be your acquaintances.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

You're a historian. Tell me if there are any bath-tubs in history. I think they've been frightfully neglected.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

You can relate to them because you are still a human being, within the human community. You share that bond. And that human bond is enough to give rise to a sense of worth and dignity. That bond can become a source of consolation in the vent that you lose everything else.

If you love what you do and are willing to do what it takes, it's within your reach. And it'll be worth every minute you spend alone at night, thinking and thinking about what it is you want to design or build. It'll be worth it, I promise.

“There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’”
“The mood will pass, sir.”

It's mystery, like those big heads on Easter Island or the popularity of the teeny-weeny knapsack.

You called me up again just to break me like a promise
so casually cruel in the name of being honest.

I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies.

On my deathbed, my final wish is to have my ex-wives rush to my side so I can use my dying breath to tell them both to go to hell one last time.

If any of you need anything at all: too bad. Deal with your problems yourselves like adults.

When people get too chummy with me, I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know I don't really care about them.

The less you know, the better you sleep.

Congratulations: you’re a writer, and the reason you’re good at it is because your life kinda sucks.

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick? Then there's other people, when you meet them you think, "Not bad. They're okay." And then you get to know them and... and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality's written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.

"... the future lies this way"