Marisa Crane

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

The Smiths dream into my ear on this lost and lonely morning. I sing along like it is the only prayer I know (forgive me, Mother Mary).

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

The thing is, she’s got heart, a colossal, mesmerizing one. She gives me a green flash love, the type you are rarely lucky enough to see but when you do, your entire sky is changed forever.

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

It is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

You are now fixed at the mercy of no governor that comes to make his fortune great; you shall be governed by laws of your own making and live a free, and if you will, a sober and industrious life. I shall not usurp the right of any, or oppress his person. God has furnished me with a better resolution and has given me his grace to keep it.

Common sense is the best distributed thing in the world, for we all think we possess a good share of it.

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

Great geniuses have the shortest biographies.

Very learned women are to be found, in the same manner as female warriors; but they are seldom or ever inventors.

I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.

So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person’s genius is confined to a very few hours.

What you don’t do can be a destructive force.

Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

They that have grown old in a single state are generally found to be morose, fretful and captious; tenacious of their own practices and maxims; soon offended by contradiction or negligence; and impatient of any association but with those that will watch their nod, and submit themselves to unlimited authority.

There are few virtues that the Poles do not possess and there are few errors they have ever avoided.