Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
Do something just for you every day which makes you feel good.
Take some me time to do whatever makes you happy, and create the habit of doing this every day.
By looking after your soul, it creates a ripple effect throughout your life, and others will benefit from the refreshed you.
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It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"Death thought about it.CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.
And what would humans be without love?"RARE, said Death.
Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.
Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.
Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.
Just because you can explain it doesn't mean it's not still a miracle.
When in doubt, choose to live.
In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of thecat, although in this case there were three determinate states the catcould be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...
Death: "THERE ARE BETTER THINGS IN THE WORLD THAN ALCOHOL, ALBERT."Albert: "Oh, yes, sir. But alcohol sort of compensates for not getting them.
He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.
Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.
YOU FEAR TO DIE?"It's not that I don't want... I mean, I've always...it's just that life is a habit that's hard to break...
Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.
What have I always believed?That on the whole, and by and large, if a man lived properly, not according to what any priests said, but according to what seemed decent and honest inside, then it would, at the end, more or less, turn out all right.
If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!
Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane?
The three rules of the Librarians of Time and Space are: 1) Silence; 2) Books must be returned no later than the last date shown; and 3) Do not interfere with the nature of causality.
If you do not know where you come from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, then you don't know where you're going. And if you don't know where you're going, you're probably going wrong.
Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one.But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.
The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it's as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.
I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.
No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled. "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?""What?""Oh, you'd like something simpler?
HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM. (Death)
The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it.
It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?
We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.
The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.
The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.
A lie can run round the world before the truth has got its boots on.
The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.
Progress just means bad things happen faster.
I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.
Granny was an old-fashioned witch. She didn’t do good for people, she did right by them.
Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.
You can't give her that!' she screamed. 'It's not safe!'IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.'She's a child!' shouted Crumley.IT'S EDUCATIONAL.'What if she cuts herself?'THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON.
I DON'T HOLD WITH CRUELTY TO CATS.
Lots of people would be as cowardly as me if they were brave enough.
Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.
The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.
The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
...it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done.
There is always time for another last minute
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
Many people could say things in a cutting way, Nanny knew. But Granny Weatherwax could listen in a cutting way. She could make something sound stupid just by hearing it.
Always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual.
This book was written using 100% recycled words.
...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.
The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.
I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.
At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.
Death was standing behind a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn’t entirely there.Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴀʏ Oғ Mᴀɴᴛᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? he said.“No, sir,” said Mort.Fᴀᴍᴏᴜs sʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.“Was there?”Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ, said Death, ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.
If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.
There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
Anyone with half a mind could see that," said Tiffany.Miss Tick sighed. "Yes. But sometimes it's so hard to find half a mind when you need one.
WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN?The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said.Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.
Studies have shown that an ant can carry one hundred times its own weight, but there is no known limit to the lifting power of the average tiny eighty-year-old Spanish peasant grandmother.
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.
Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!
She couldn't do any worse, but then, he couldn't do better. So maybe it balanced out.
DEAFNESS DOESN'T PREVENT COMPOSERS HEARING THE MUSIC. IT PREVENTS THEM HEARING THE DISTRACTIONS.
How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort.IN PAIRS.
It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.
That’s what being alive is, Thing! It’s being badly prepared for everything! Because you only get one chance, Thing!
Be careful what you wish for. You never know who will be listening.
Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly turned into fruit, and what impressed them? Weeping statues. And wine made out of water!
I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.
Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you're told and didn't try to understand things.
I get it,' said the prisoner. 'Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?'If you like.' said Vimes. 'But we're a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?
Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them
Yes! I'm me! I am careful and logical and I look up things I don't understand! When I hear people use the wrong words, I get edgy! I am good with cheese. I read books fast! I think! And I always have a piece of string! That's the kind of person I am!
Speak softly and employ a huge man with a crowbar.
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they're getting worried that they won't like the truth.
And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.
IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE.
YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE
I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it’s so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling.
Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot.
The Tezuman Empire in the jungle valleys of central Klatch is known for it organic market gardens, its exquisite craftsmanship in obsidian, feathers and jade, and its mass human sacrifices in honor of Quezovercoatl, the Feathered Boa, god of mass human sacrifices.
She is standing just behind you. Just behind your right shoulder."In the silence of the woods, Polly turned."I can't see her," she said."I am happy for you," said Wazzer, handing her the empty mug."But I didn't see anything," said Polly."No," said Wazzer. "But you turned around...
Ankh-Morpork is a godless city--''I thought it had more than three hundred places of worship?' said Maladict.Strappi stared at him in rage that was incoherent until he managed to touch bottom again. 'Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city', he recovered.
And so Mort came at last to the river Ankh, greatest of rivers. Even before it entered the city, it was slow and heavy with the silt of the plains, and by the time it got to The Shades even an agnostic could have walked across it. It was hard to drown in the Ankh, but easy to suffocate.
When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.
To be frank, I find religion rather offensive.
To tell you the truth, I'm something of an atheist.
Life could be horrible in the wrong trouser of time.
The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a Black Hole that knows how to read.
It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.
It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.
An Assassin, a real Assassin, had to look like one - black clothes, hood, boots, and all. If they could wear any clothes, any disguise, then what could anyone do but spend all day in a small room with a loaded crossbow pointed at the door?
He had about the same life expectancy as a three legged hedgehog on a six lane motorway.
It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.
In the words of the philosopher Sceptum, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?
What's a philosopher?' said Brutha.Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.
The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?
Listen, Peaches, trickery is what humans are all about," said the voice of Maurice. "They're so keen on tricking one another all the time that they elect governments to do it for them.
This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs.
People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.
-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself?-Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.
Bursar?""Yes, Archchancellor?""You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you?""Me? No, Archchancellor.""Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.
Bishops move diagonally. That's why they often turn up where the kings don't expect them to be.
Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.
It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said.That's what being alive is all about.
OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?
The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?
Brighten up the world like a little sunbeam.
I AM IMPRESSED. “I have faith.” REALLY? IN WHAT PARTICULAR DEITY? “Oh, none of them.
Don't put your faith in gods. But you can believe in turtles.
Because the universe was full of ignorance all around and the scientist panned through it like a prospector crouched over a mountain stream, looking for the gold of knowledge among the gravel of unreason, the sand of uncertainty and the little whiskery eight-legged swimming things of superstition.
Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen.
Don't you understand?" snarled Rincewind. "We are going over the Edge, godsdammit!""Can't we do anything about it?""No!""Then I can't see the sense in panicking," said Twoflower calmly.
Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!
You just put that sword away, sir, please," said the voice of Lance-Constable Vimes. "You will not shoot me, you young idiot. That would be murder," said the captain calmly. "Not where I'm aiming, sir.
The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.
There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died.
The year was past the edge, heading away from the dark... Of course, dark would come again, but that was in the nature of the world. Many things were beginning.
A key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
