Words worth keeping

Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.

The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

Love is the absence of judgment.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.

Your beliefs become your thoughts, Your thoughts become your words, Your words become your actions, Your actions become your habits, Your habits become your values, Your values become your destiny.

Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.

There is greatness in doing something you hate for the sake of someone you love.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of Zeus, Cadmus and Europa, okay? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices, when they prayed to Zeus to save them. So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important.""It was probably important to her.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

I'm not going to wear a red dress," she said."It would look stunning, My Lady," she called.She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. "If there's anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I'll hit him in the face.

These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.