I know the value of silence. Sometimes silence can save you from being locked up. Sometimes silence is all we have left.
Speaking different tongues does not lesson the burden of the heart.
Follow your heart always, daughter of mine.
Build a bridge and get over it.
Just as long as we don't grow old before we grow up.
if you look at someone for a long time, at anyone, you can see the most terrible place they might reach in their lifetime.
Disappointment keeps you tied to the wrong things.
At a certain point, it's more the things you don't know than the ones you though you knew. In the end, you realise you knew nothing at all.
To realize our dreams, we must be sure we truly want them.
Every woman deserves to dream.
Bravery without good fortune isn't worth a thing.
Our struggle is to unite, not to divide.
Apparently, in many places in the universe, when one twin dies, the gods turn the other one's sadness into stars.
I hate people who don't like a pusson for no reason and don't have the decency to hide it.
Feel with your eyes, see with your heart.
Love? . . . Love? . . . Love is not safe, my lady Silk, love is dangerous. It is deceitfully sweet like the wine from a fresh palm tree at dawn. Love is fine for singing about and love songs are good to listen to, sometimes even to dance to. But when we need to count on human strength, and when we have to count pennies for food for our stomachs and clothes for our backs, love is nothing. Ah my lady, the last man any woman should think of marrying is the man she loves.
-Ødelegger han bøkene? sa Anna Hissig.
-Han har ikke lyst til det, sa fru Monsen.
-Han gjør det fordi han må. Biblioteksjefen sier at bøker tar for mye plass. Milton berg er like glad i bøker som du og jeg. Hvis han ikke ødelegger dem, mister han jobben sin.
-Finnes det bøker ingen låner? spurte Anna.
-Ja, ganske mange faktisk.
-Hvorfor er det ingen som låner dem?
-Fordi deter mange folk som ikke vet hva de går glipp av, sa fru Monsen lavt.