One Tree Hill Voiceover Quotes

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true.

Going for character: why not now, and where you stand?

You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.

Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.

You can't run away from yourself

Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

Remember tonight...for it's the beginning of forever. - Dante Alighieri

For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in the civilized world. Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Out of the night that covers me, Black is the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

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.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

The best things in life are free - and $19.95.

The best things in life are free

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

There is a tide in the affairs of men

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Do not let the hero in your soul perish.

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.

Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach.

The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.