If there would be no addiction in is, and by that I mean of any type, there will be no problems and only happiness and prosperity in this world.

There was an Old Person of Blythe, Who cut up his meat with a scythe, When they said, 'Well! I never!' - he cried, 'Scythes for ever!' That lively Old Person of Blythe.

I'm not sure anybody ever gets completely over their first love, and that still rankles. Part of me still wants to know what was wrong with me. What I was lacking.

The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food—it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on.

Written By George Eliot

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