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“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“...the heart is an organ of fire.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“God is indeed a jealous God —
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.”
― Jonathan Swift

“But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.”
― Robert Ardrey, African Genesis: A Personal Investigation Into the Animal Origins and nature of Man

“It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Виж какво пише един северен глупак: “Да се смееш често и много – казва той, - да спечелиш уважението на умните хора и любовта на децата; да получиш добрата оценка на честните критици и да изтърпиш предателството на лъжливите приятели; да можеш да цениш красотата, да намериш най-доброто у другите, да оставиш света малко по-добър, било то със здраво дете, с малка градина или с поне едно подобрено условие в живота на хората; да знаеш, че поне един човек е дишал по-лесно благодарение на твоя живот. Това значи успех!” – В следващия момент с изненадваща енергичност докторът рязко запрати книгата в морето и извика след нея: - Успех, глупако, значи да бъдеш богат и в идеално физическо здраве. Богат и здрав! Само това и нищо друго. Непоносими са ми вече тези дрънкала – обърна се д-р Монардес към мен. – Дрънкотят само глупости да лъжат себе си и останалите, че са нещо друго освен проклети неудачници, и наричат това философия. – После той се обърна отново към морето и каза: - Тези съчинения заслужават да бъдат изядени от рибите. Току-виж после някоя риба проговорила мъдро.”
― Милен Русков, Thrown into Nature