25 Quotes About Cale

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.

...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration — there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days.

Sometimes, war being the unjust and drastic creature it is, those in whom he invested hopes took an arrow in the chest, the useless, by chance, thrived to irritate him another day.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

- Why you?- (...) I’m the best.- Modest of you.- I am the best. Modesty has nothing to say about it.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.