J.W. Lord Quotes

Tis enough - Who listens once will listen twice Her heart be sure is not of ice And one refusal no rebuff.

For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

I have not loved the world nor the world me I have not flatter'd its rank breath nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Who loves, raves.

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

My Master’s call I have decided to respondThat His work will not be left ajar as I stand afarHarvest full

A writer who’s a pro can take on almost any assignment, but if he or she doesn’t much care about the subject, I try to dissuade the writer, as in that case the book can be just plain hard labor.

An author’s strong belief and enthusiasm will affect the writing of the book and often the publisher’s commitment to it.

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second.Sonea: I love you too.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

One more dance along the razor's edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.

To make a true choice, we must have true knowledge.

Just because other people think something, that doesn't make it true.Maybe there's some truth in that, but it's unsatisfying, bitter-tasting truth.

Don't trust your head, Samwise, it is not the best part of you.

Holiness leads to wholeness and wholeness leads to happiness.

I love these pet names, " she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

I want you, " she said."I told you so, " he said.

The male gender remembers only the things that entertain them.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.

The end is never the end. It's always the the beginning of something.

Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?

Só a quero porque não a posso ter.Como um rapaz imberbe

When Learning to "LOVE YOURSELF", you attract two types of energies: Lovers & Haters. Lovers should take you higher, haters should inspire. Both should give you fire to illuminate your environment.

To fully encapsulate my creativity, I read to inhale, write to exhale. The whole process helps me breathe story.

So here is my story, may it bringSome smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

We are all constantly being refined by fire and smoothed over by grace.

Any given censor is a fool. The very fact that he is a censor indicates that.

Once a Buddha, always a Buddha, Sam. Dust off some of your old parables. You have about fifteen minutes.' Sam held out his hand. "Give me some tobacco and a paper.

Divinity retains the appearance of insight, when in reality it celebrates ignorance. Its tenets are so much clay, and when the clay sets, it becomes dogma.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.

Life […] is scientific, that’s what it is.

There were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.

The thing is--fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

We must be people who love to work

I found an inner strength to fight for myself. It was clear that nobody else would.

But you're like me, ” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

I'm looking for somekind of permanence, so my mark will linger on the world once I'm gone, in the places where I found joy.." -Page 81

You can ache for where you come from, and it's homesickness. A relationship, and it's heartbreak. But is there a word for missing your friends like that?

I'm looking for some kind of permanence, so my mark will linger on the world once I'm gone, in the places where I found joy..

-You forgot something important!-What?-It's under my sweater!-WHAT?!-Me!