Carey Quotes

Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.

All knowledge is worth having.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

That which yields is not always weak.

you can't save people from the world. There's nowhere else to take them.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don't let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory.

Yahweh: You've been unhappy because you've desired things that cannot be. Lucifer: That's what desire IS. The need for what we can't have. The need for what's readily available is called greed.

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

You can love anyone. Love is just caring about someone very deeply. Feeling like that person matters to you, like your whole world would be sadder without them in it.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Love as thou wilt

A relationship between two people can be judged by the list of things unspoken between them.

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

And then like Pandora, opening the great big box of the world and not being afraid, not even caring whether what’s inside is good or bad. Because it’s both. Everything is always both. But you have to open it to find that out.

In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart.

It isn`t premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married.

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

They used to call the devil the father of lies. But for someone whose sin is meant to be pride, you'd think that lying would leave something of a sour taste. So my theory is that when the devil wants to get something out of you, he doesn't lie at all. He tells you the exact, literal truth. And he lets you find your own way to hell.

If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

It’s not just Pandora who had that inescapable flaw. It seems like everyone has been built in a way that sometimes makes them do wrong and stupid things.

the horror of the unknown is more frightening than any horror you can understand

The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That's real glory. Thats the essence of it.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

I write nothing for publication, and last of all things should it be on the subject of religion. On the dogmas of religion as distinguished from moral principles, all mankind, from the beginning of the world to this day, have been quarrelling, fighting, burning and torturing one another, for abstractions unintelligible to themselves and to all others, and absolutely beyond the comprehension of the human mind. Were I to enter on that arena, I should only add an unit to the number of Bedlamites. [Letter to Mathew Carey, 11 November 1816]

I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

Melanie thinks: when your dreams come true, your true has moved. You've already stopped being the person who had the dreams, so it feels more like a weird echo of something that already happened to you a long time ago.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you and be strong and you'll finally see the truth- that hero lies in you.

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Sometimes it seems like all the things I need to know, I don’t. And all the things I do know are completely wrong.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

The truth is the truth, the only prize worth having. If you deny it, you’re only showing that you’re unworthy of it.

Expect great things from God. Attempt great things for God.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

Behind every great man there is a woman rolling her eyes.

In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

Michael: There's nothing here to fear. Lucifer: Well, there's always the truth.

A nervous silence loosens tongues

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

It was like orderin a hamburger and getting only the buns" (After Brooke White of season 7 on american idol sang the song 'Hero' by Mariah Carey)

All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

Eating crappy food isn't a reward -- it's a punishment.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

That's what I've never been able to get about religion: that charmless combination of altruism and insanity. Give me a cynical, self-interested bastard any day of the week; at least you can play chicken with him and know he'll stick to the rules.

loving someone meant knowing your life will be worse without them in it.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

What If I still want to go?" "Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger." "There's always danger." His green eyes met mine. I was starting to see It, how It could happen-Caleb and me.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.

Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep.

Love was death’s only adversary, the only thing powerful enough to combat its clawing, desperate grasp.

No, there are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy.

Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys! ...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!

What is fear but courage's shadow?

Wars come and go; politics endure.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.

I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

She’s as big as four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck all, but she takes no bullshit from anyone.

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

To know you will be lonely is not the same as being lonely.

I had once read, in one of those pre-plague books in the library, that love was bearing witness. That it was the act of watching someone's life, of simply being there to say: you're life is worth seeing.

I took a strong dislike to him right then to save time and effort later.

To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

There are those who do not hold that there is any innate goodness to mankind. To them I say, had you lived my life, you would not believe it. I have known the depths to which mortals are capable of descending, and I have seen the heights. I have seen how kindness and compassion may grow in the unlikeliest of places, as the mountain flower forces its way through the stern rock.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

To know the will of God, we need an open Bible and an open map.

did he know that he worked his way into my dreams, where i missed him even in sleep

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

So when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you and be strong, and you'll finally see the truth - that a hero lies in you.

Book-burners try to destroy ideas that differ from their own. Reading does the opposite. It encourages doubt... reading releases you from the limits of yourself.

You could not tell a story like this. A story like this you could only feel.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

It’s like before the Breakdown people used to spend their whole lives making cocoons for themselves out of furniture and ornaments and books and toys and pictures and any kind of shit they could find. As though they hoped they’d be born out of the cocoon as something else.

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.