#own

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#else #everyone #heart #i #knowledge

To a Vase "How do I break thee? Let me count the ways. I break thee if thou art at any height My paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight, I sulk, or have one of my crazy days. I break thee with an accidental graze Or twitch of tail, if I should take a fright. I break thee out of pure and simple spite The way I broke the jar of mayonnaise. I break thee if a bug upon thee sits. I break thee if I'm in a playful mood, And then I wrestle with the shiny bits. I break thee if I do not like my food. And if someone they shards together fits, I'll break thee once again when thou art glued. ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#elizabeth-barrett-browning #humor #art

They didn't understand what they were doing. I'm afraid that will be on the tombstone of the human race. ↗

— Michael Crichton

#humanity #science #understanding #science

It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#healthy #might #own #reminded #strongest

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#children #difficult #grown-ups #write #writers

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person. ↗

— John Green

#person

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#unknown #laugh

You must tell Lady Alanna that sometime. I'd do it from a distance. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#daine #fighting #misogyny #owned #immortality

In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

#die #ends #lives #long #long run

The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. ↗

— John Green

#paper-towns #miracles