Words worth keeping

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.

It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.

Great minds are always feared by lesser minds.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember'd!

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

love the life you live.live the life you love.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens