QUOTE A DAY - February 12, 2015

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JA

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*---- Quotes For The Week ----*
The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.
--George Orwell, 1984

Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home.
--Dennis Lehane

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
--Margaret Atwood, Handmaid's Tale


**--- MYSTERY QUOTE ---**
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

See at the bottom for the answer

*---- More Quotes for the Week ----*
It's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.
--Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
--Nathanial Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

We need never be ashamed of our tears.
--Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


MYSTERY QUOTE AND ANSWER - DID YOU GUESS CORRECTLY?

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

ANSWER: Jack Kerouac, On The Road

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