“She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.”
Ruth Ozeki book A Tale for the Time Being
Source: A Tale for the Time Being
A common misattribution first made by Nigel Rees in Quote…Unquote 3 (London: Allen & Unwin, 1983) as the result of a mishearing, and withdrawn by him in Cassell Companion to Quotations (London: Cassell, 1997) p. 179.
Misattributed
“She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.”
Ruth Ozeki book A Tale for the Time Being
Source: A Tale for the Time Being
“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”
Betty Smith book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943).
Van Morrison (1945) Northern Irish singer-songwriter and musician
Warm Love
Song lyrics, Hard Nose the Highway (1973)
“I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.”
Alexandre Dumas book The Three Musketeers
Source: The Three Musketeers
“We cling in our public life to a brutal hypocrisy.”
Wendell Berry (1934) author
Citizenship Papers (2003), The Failure of War
Context: We cling in our public life to a brutal hypocrisy. In our century of almost universal violence of humans against fellow humans, and against our natural and cultural commonwealth, hypocrisy has been inescapable because our opposition to violence has been selective or merely fashionable. Some of us who approve of our monstrous military budget and our peacekeeping wars nonetheless deplore “domestic violence” and think that our society can be pacified by “gun control.” Some of us are against capital punishment but for abortion. Some of us are against abortion but for capital punishment.
Robert T. Kiyosaki (1947) American finance author , investor
Rich Dad Poor Dad: What the Rich Teach Their Kids About Money-That the Poor and the Middle Class Do Not!
Geoff Dyer (1958) English writer
Source: Yoga For People Who Can't Be Bothered To Do It (1993), p. 165
Melina Marchetta (1965) Australian teen writer
Source: The Piper's Son
“Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.”
Venice Preserv'd (1682), Act v. Sc. 1. Compare: "Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart", Thomas Gray, The Bard, part i. stanza 3.