A room without books is like a body without a soul.
A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.
He's like a drug for you, Bella.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
A house without books is like a room without windows.