Explore Book Quotes

“ ‘Eat, eat, Hendrika,’ he would say. ‘The more you eat the more creamy white milk you can give me.’ ”

“We can see from this that the soul is weak and helpless unless it clings to the firm rock of truth. Men give voice to their opinions, but they are only opinions, like so many puffs of wind that waft the soul hither and tither and make it veer and turn.”

“That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.”

“Chicka Chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room?”

“I had been too good too many times. It could become a problem. But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn’t sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.”

“The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.”

“Often highly sensitive children complain a great deal - it’s too hot, too cold, the fabric is too itchy, the food is too spicy, the room smells too weird - things other children would not even notice.”

Almost everything you do, you do because you are afraid to die.

“It seems to me now almost incredibly wonderful that, with that swift fate hanging over us, men could go about their petty concerns as they did.”

“It’s not how much money we make that ultimately makes us happy between nine and five. It’s whether or not our work fulfills us. Being a teacher is meaningful.”