I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.
If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.
…to gently lie and prove the lie true…everything is finally a promise…what seems a lie is a ramshackle need, wishing to be born.…
Ne kadar çok insan var, diye düşündü. Bizim gibi milyarlarca insan var, ne kadar fazla. Kimse kimseyi bilmez. Yabancılar gelip seni rahatsız ederler. Yabancılar gelir, yüreğini kesip alırlar.
Вземайти всичко, каквото поискате, при условие, че наистина го желаете. Ето как ще разберете. Попитвате се: Искам ли това нещо от цялото си сърце? Бих ли могъл да преживея този ден без него? И ако усе...
Who wants to see the Future, who does? A man can face the Past, but to think- the pillars , you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?
When life is over it is like a flicker of bright film, an instant on the screen, all of its prejudices and passions condensed and illumined for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, There...
What did you give to the city, Montag?Ashes.What did the others give to each other?Nothingness.
Tom, said Douglas, just promise me one thing, okay? It's a promise. What? You may be my brother and maybe I hate you sometimes, but stick around, all right? You mean you'll let me follow you and the o...
Three in the morning, thought Charles Halloway, seated on the edge of his bed. Why did the train come at that hour? For, he thought, it’s a special hour. Women never wake then, do they?
They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes of the words of God spoken and vibrating in the shared deep.
They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river flung them headlong where they must go. Up steps, three, six, nine, twelve!...
There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What did time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time...
The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last ni...
The point is obvious. There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen...
The girl? She was a time bomb.
Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally bright, did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn’t it this...
Strange. Half my years afraid of life. The other half, afraid of death. Always some kind of afraid.
So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.
So, for thousands of years, you humans have needed kings, priests, philosophers, fine examples to look up to and say, ‘They are good, I wish I could be like them.