“Four times during the first six days they were assembled and briefed and then sent back. Once, they took off and were flying in formation when the control tower summoned them down. The more it rained, the worse they suffered. The worse they suffered, the more they prayed that it would continue raining. All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars. All through the day, they looked at the bomb line on the big, wobbling easel map of Italy that blew over in the wind and was dragged in under the awning of the intelligence tent every time the rain began. The bomb line was a scarlet band of narrow satin ribbon that delineated the forward most position of the Allied ground forces in every sector of the Italian mainland.For hours they stared relentlessly at the scarlet ribbon on the map and hated it because it would not move up high enough to encompass the city.When night fell, they congregated in the darkness with flashlights, continuing their macabre vigil at the bomb line in brooding entreaty as though hoping to move the ribbon up by the collective weight of their sullen prayers. “I really can’t believe it,” Clevinger exclaimed to Yossarian in a voice rising and falling in protest and wonder. “It’s a complete reversion to primitive superstition. They’re confusing cause and effect. It makes as much sense as knocking on wood or crossing your fingers. They really believe that we wouldn’t have to fly that mission tomorrow if someone would only tiptoe up to the map in the middle of the night and move the bomb line over Bologna. Can you imagine? You and I must be the only rational ones left.”In the middle of the night Yossarian knocked on wood, crossed his fingers, and tiptoed out of his tent to move the bomb line up over Bologna.”

“To die,so young to die.No, no, not I,I love the warm sunny skies,light, song, shining eyes,I want no war, no battle cry,No, no, not I.”

“Belief isn’t supposed to make sense, at least not all the time. In that, it finds its power. It gets to creep up on you and carry you forward. Until you can carry yourself again.”

“The dream is to keep surprising yourself, never mind the audience.”

“Coincidences give you opportunities to look more deeply into your existence.”

“It is only by risking our persons from one hour to another that we live at all.”

“Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future,challenge the improbable and attain the impossible”

“There will be another sky, my love, just you wait”

“Astraeus,’ Aven called out. ‘God of the four winds and friend to sailors. Say a little prayer when you look at him, so he will give us what we need to keep our course.’A little prayer?’ said Jack. ‘To a constellation?’To what it represents,’ said Aven.But I don’t believe in what it represents,’ said Jack.Prayers aren’t for the deity,’ said Aven. ‘They’re for you, to recommit yourself to what you believe.’Can’t you do that without praying to a dead Greek god?’Sure,’ said Aven. ‘But how often would anyone do that, if not in prayer?”

“When you start living the life of your dreams, there will always be obstacles, doubters, mistakes and setbacks along the way. But with hard work, perseverance and self-belief there is no limit to what you can achieve.”

“Luck? I don’t know anything about luck. I’ve never banked on it and I’m afraid of people who do. Luck to me is something else: hard work – and realizing what opportunity is and what isn’t.” — Lucille Ball”

“Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .”

“SilenceIt has a sound, a fullness.It’s heavy with sigh of tree,and space between breaths.It’s ripe with pause between birdsongand crash of surf. It’s golden they say.But no one tells us it’s addictive.”

“I try hard not to judge anyone, and I try to bless everyone who is a part of my life, particularly anyone with whom I am having any problems”

“In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish. ”