“Be yourself. The world worships the original.”
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.”
1960s, The Trumpet of Conscience (1967)
Variant: In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
“Whenever you get there, there is no there there.”
“If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.”
Note-Book of Anton Chekhov (1921)
“There is something great and terrible about suicide.”
Il existe je ne sais quoi de grand et d'épouvantable dans le suicide.
The Wild Ass’s Skin (1831), Part I: The Talisman
“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”
Source: The Alchemist (1988), p. 128
“We know not through our intellect but through our experience.”
“We don't fit in well 'cause we are just ourselves”
Song Beautiful People
Source: Argonautica (3rd century BC), Book I. Preparation and Departure, Lines 547–549 (tr. R. C. Seaton)
“There is always someone out there getting better than you by training harder than you.”
As prime minister, introducing the 4th Amendment to the Constitution Bill, 23 May 1980, which envisaged a tricameral corporate federation. Cited in The Star, and Pieter-Dirk Uys, 1987, PW Botha in his own words, p. 27
Variant: Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
“If I win - I win for all our people, if I lose - I lose only myself.”
A letter to Panayot Hitov, written in March/April 1868.
Original: (bg) Ако спечеля, печеля за цял народ – ако загубя, губя само мене си.
“Play always as if in the presence of a master.”
“My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
Variant: Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
Source: The Princess Bride
“Children find everything in nothing, men find nothing in everything.”
Source: Zibaldone (2013) trans. Kathleen Baldwin et al., [527] ISBN 978-0374296827
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Journal
Variant: Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.
