Best 324 quotes in «thoughtful quotes» category

Să nu-ți pese înseamnă să privești în fața celei mai terifiante și mai dificile provocări ale vieții și totuși să treci la acțiune.

Se puede vivir con el miedo [...] Tal vez no eternamente, pero sí mucho tiempo. En cambio, con la ofensa no se puede vivir, porque abre una grieta en tu pensamiento y si miras dentro de ella ves que allí hay cosas vivas, cosas con ojos amarillos que no parpadean y que huele muy mal en esa oscuridad. Y al cabo de un rato acabas por pensar que tal vez haya todo un universo distinto allá abajo, un universo donde hay una luna cuadrada en el cielo, donde las estrellas ríen con voces frías; un universo donde algunos triángulos tienen cuatro lados y otros cinco [...]

Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying 'hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan.

Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing up and down the road, And forthwith cypher and show me to a cent, Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?

She reached down and picked a crab out of a bucket. As it came up it turned out that three more were hanging on to it. "A crab necklace?" giggled Juliet. "Oh, that's crabs for you," said Verity, disentangling the ones who had hitched a ride. "thick as planks, the log of them. That's why you can keep them in a bucket wihtout a lid. Any that tries to get out gets pulled back. yes, as thick as planks.

SHE OF NOBODY ELSE'S BIDDING: That is who I am now--someone who has not done what anyone else said since July 2008, though not because I am either disobedient or a slacker.

She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?

She’s calm and happy now that Scotty loves her. I can’t tell if she’s actually real, or if she’s stopped caring if she’s real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.

She was thinner than she had been. The thing ate only sparingly. Enough to keep Kasia alive, not enough to keep me from watching her wear away, her body growing gaunt and her face hollow-cheeked.

Some look at your strength and see an opportunity and some look at your weaknesses and see an opportunity .

Some of the people who hate me love some of the sentences that I have written, until they get to the name of the person to whom the sentences are attributed.

Some of us were brought into this troubled world primarily or only to increase our fathers’ chances of not being left by our mothers, or vice versa.

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.

Some people hate people who are overconfident, only because their overconfidence reminds them of their underconfidence.

Some people avoid thinking deeply in public, only because they are afraid of coming across as suicidal.

Some people masturbate to temporarily replace their partners when they are absent, whereas some people do that to temporarily live in the present.

Some people will love my books, some people will hate them, and others will regard them with odd curiosity. Who do I cherish the most of these people? All of them... Because they have given me their time and time is a precious and irreplaceable thing.

Some people would have killed themselves and/or someone else if they were single; and some people would not have done that.

Some social ills are preserved by the common misbelief that things such as ignorance, greed, and stupidity do not have the stamina required to reach old age.

Since the start of his presidency, Barack had asked his correspondence staff to include ten letters or messages from constituents inside his briefing book, selected from the roughly fifteen thousand letters and emails that poured in daily. He read each one carefully, jotting responses in the margins so that a staffer could prepare a reply or forward a concern on to a cabinet secretary. He read letters from soldiers. From prison inmates. From cancer patients struggling to pay health-care premiums and from people who’d lost their homes to foreclosure. From gay people who hoped to be able to legally marry and from Republicans who felt he was ruining the country. From moms, grandfathers, and young children. He read letters from people who appreciated what he did and from others who wanted to let him know he was an idiot. He read all of it, seeing it as part of the responsibility that came with the oath. He had a hard and lonely job—the hardest and loneliest in the world, it often seemed to me—but he knew that he had an obligation to stay open, to shut nothing out. While the rest of us slept, he took down the fences and let everything inside.

Some people who have been working out regularly for months or even years are still out of shape because the number of cheat days they have in a week exceeds six.

Some people will hate you for not loving them.

Some women’s greatest achievement is sleeping with a man who is rich, famous, and/or wanted by many women, whereas some women’s greatest achievement is refusing to sleep with such a man.

The average adult has had sex innumerable times more than they have formed an opinion of their own.

Sometimes, what people choose to write down on paper is more important than what they say." Caleb didn't know what Sarah meant. But I knew. I wrote in my journal every night. And when I read what I had written, I could see myself there, clearer than when I looked in the mirror. I could see all of us: Papa, who couldn't always say the things he felt; Caleb, who said everything; and Sarah, who didn't know that she had changed us all.

Sometimes I sit and stare out at the people walking by, wondering if they’ve felt as I’ve felt, trapped, alone, but guiltily content in the knowledge that I will never know another’s thoughts, and therefore can feel special due to my unique loneliness.

The greatest stories appeal to our deepest selves, the parts of us snobbery can’t reach, the parts that connect the child to the adult and the brain to the heart and reality to dreams. Stories, at their essence, are enemies of snobbery. And a book snob is the enemy of the book.

The fact that the person who you are sleeping with is also sleeping with another person or other people does not necessarily mean that he or she does not love you. And the fact that you are the only person who someone is sleeping with does not necessarily mean that he or she loves you.

The house in the story is based on my friend Tori's house in Kinsale, Ireland, which is obviously not actually haunted, and the sound of people upstairs moving wardrobes around when you are downstairs there and alone is probably just something that old houses do when they think they are unobserved.

The human population would probably be way less than a thousand, if ejaculation were not usually accompanied by an orgasm.

The last time everyone loved or at least liked everyone was when the world had a population of about 4.

The difference between an achiever and a loser is, An achiever never gives up, never settles and lastly never forgets.

The kind of lies that someone tells us gives us an idea of how stupid, knowledgeable, intelligent, or ignorant they are … or they think we are.

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

The most upsetting thing about Society’s attitude towards disabled people is that many millions of disabled people became disabled while trying to please Society, the very same bitch that secretly regards them as subhuman.

The more I see of unmechanized places and people the more conviced I become that machines have done incalculable damage by unbalancing the relationship between Man and Nature.

the lonely mind wanders. the happy mind goes. the weary mind travels. the thoughtful mind flows.

The past few months have been the most serene of his adult life. The megalopolis in his mind has quieted to a country road. He does his work, he eats his bread, and he sleeps with the knowledge that today hasn't added to the sum of human misery. For now at least it's peace of a kind he hadn't imagined himself worthy of receiving.

There are too many ways to drown even if you don’t want to drown.

There are small truths and big truths, just as there are smal lies and big lies, and along those truths and lies run the questions that were never asked and those that were never answered.

There is never a right time. Except the time we make right.

There are more of us than you think.

There is a reason life has put you in the current circumstances, Life will always test you, it will always try to make you stronger. Life only wants you to be better then you were yesterday.

There is nothing morally wrong with buying stolen goods, unless you know that they were stolen.

There's so much proscription in the lives of young people, and it's so vital to have a place that says, look, here are the doors onto the world and amazingly, you're free to choose any one you like. - Patrick Ness on Libraries

There is seldom any rational reason for having regreats about past deeds or events. Because the past does not exist in any other way than in your memory. When you recognise this lack of reality, you can be calm.

The spirit and soul are the body and brain, which are destructible-that is precisely why they are so precious.

There may be, or there will be. It is the same. What would you have?

...the salient feature of hygge is the atmosphere of warm and relaxed enjoyment of the moment which it allows. While it is nurtured by thoughtfulness and mutual involvement, hygge is informal and unrestrained. -Judith Friedman Hansen