<3 You have long needed a change of air. Suffering, too, is a good thing...fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don't be afraid- the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again...Perhaps God is saving you for something ~Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
<3 Remember where your heart is, there you will find your treasure. You've got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way makes sense ~The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
<3 ...no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity ~The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
<3 So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past ~The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
<3 Manuscripts don't burn ~The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
<3 Love cannot be cut off by distance or absence, by hunger or cold, by beatings or degradations. And love can reach out across blood...and make connections that are worth a million sick idealogies ~The Midwife of Auschwitz, Anna Stuart
<3 In place of the boiling blood of youth there comes a meek, serene old age: I bless the daily rising of the sun, and my heart sings to it as it did of old, but now I am more enamoured of its setting, its long, oblique rays, and the quiet, gentle, tender memories that accompany them, the dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life- and above it all the truth of God, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving! My life is approaching its end, I know that and sense it, but with each day of mine that remains now I can feel my earthly life coming into contact with a new, infinite, unknown but closely approaching life, whose premonition makes my soul tremble with ecstasy, my mind flood with light, and my heart weap joyfully ~The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
<3 He considered music a liberating force: it liberated him from lonlieness, introverson, the dust in the library; it opened the door of his body and allowed his soul to step out in the world to make friends ~The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
<3 It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valianity; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows great enthusiams, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumpth of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat ~Theodore Roosevelt
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