Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
There are only two ways of telling the complete truth—anonymously and posthumously.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
A fishing rod is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool at the other.
Forgiving others is easier when I remember that I’m human and stupid, too.
Beware of getting what you want. It’s bound to disappoint you.
—Jodi Picoult in Sing You Home