It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.
They say it's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me, I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember even if I don't write it down.
There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in the civilized world. Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding
You can't run away from yourself
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.
Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
Out of the night that covers me, Black is the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Going for character: why not now, and where you stand?
Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Do not let your fire go out.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.
or simply:
