The triumph of hope over experience.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

All Chelsea's internet dates were gorgeous. Until she met them.

They were like animals, men. They found too much eye contact threatening.

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.

Kind eyes under all the mascara.

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

Results fuel belief which causes us to take more action and get more results.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.

It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil.

Or maybe you’re merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

I don't believe in coincidence.

Then there was the whole concept of coal mining, which is a culture unto itself, the most dangerous occupation in the world, and which draws and develops a certain kind of man.

Those full of fear were the most dangerous of people.

Politics are not a science based on logic; they are the capacity of always choosing at each instant, in constantly changing situations, the least harmful, the most useful.

One thing must be granted to the rich: they are goodnatured.