Was Tara still standing? Or was Tara also gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia?
The truest form of love is how you behave toward someone, not how you feel about them.
In life, as in breakfast cereal, it is always best to read the instructions on the box.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you’ve won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.
The purpose of argument is to change the nature of truth.
The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.
Kalau dulu aku mengalah, aku pasti menyalahi prinsip. Kalau sekarang aku mengalah, berarti pertimbanganku yang kacau.
Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.