May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.
— Neil Gaiman
Anonymous · Apr 5, 2026
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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.
— Neil Gaiman
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
— Leonardo da Vinci
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet
The present moment always will have been.
— Unknown
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
Wherever you go, go with all your heart.
— Confucius
How wild it was, to let it be.
— Cheryl Strayed, Wild
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
— George Orwell, 1984
Not all those who wander are lost.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
— The Bible, John 1:1
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
— Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
— Mark Twain
One must always be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
— Carl Jung
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow—this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
— Saint Augustine
Joy is not in things; it is in us.
— Richard Wagner
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
— May Sarton