Richard Bach ( 10 of 40 )
There are no speed limits on the road to excellence.
There are no speed limits on the road to excellence.
Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.
Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.
Every problem has a gift for you in its hands.
Every problem has a gift for you in its hands.
Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness.
Listen to it carefully.
Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness.
Listen to it carefully.
There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn read more
There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.
Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed read more
That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning.
The worst thing you can do for love is deny it; so when you find that special someone, don't let read more
The worst thing you can do for love is deny it; so when you find that special someone, don't let anyone or anything to get in your way.
We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, read more
We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard's power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It's us and our homemade masks. -Richard Bach.
