Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.
Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!
life judge perfection
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
Dance reading-books read
This is who I was, before I was dead. When I cared, when I was relentless.
We could never go back to how things were on the day before 9/11, but maybe I could go back to who I was.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
Need Single Moment
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
imagination dreaming dreams
Think before you speak. Read before you think.
wisdom speaking thinking
Ian sighed wanly. "I once had the means to be gaga over art–before I found myself in a country where the standard of beauty is toaster waffles shaped like cartoon characters.