My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.

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I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. ― Rick Riordan

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Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either. ― Elizabeth Zimmerman

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deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me. ― Ned Vizzini

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Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone. ― Saul Bellow

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Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth. ― Janet Evanovich

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To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.

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Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift." Clara: "What?" Tucker: "You. ― Cynthia Hand

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Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

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Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.

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