The earth was actually shuddering. It was as if you were a baby and your mother was shuddering with cold.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
Be nice to people... maybe it'll be unappreciated, unreciprocated, or ignored, but spread the love anyway. We rise by lifting others.
It's the sound of the sea that makes you believe in mermaids.
You can't just ask customers what they want and then try to give that to them. By the time you get it built, they'll want something new.
Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
Readers are the glue that binds the books together.
It's when I hear your heartbeat that I know that I am alive.
