04am Discord Quotes & Sayings

How could she criticize her mother when, in truth, she wanted to be just like her, brave — Erin Hunter

This is the big reason most humorists fail. Drunks don't read books. — Garrison Keillor

God does not give beforehand the grace with which to bear His blows; He does not heal before he smites. In your terror at the thought of parting with Horace, you left entirely out of account the sustaining power that would hold you up and bear you through those awful moments; you suffered in advance, and wholly in your own strength. But how many, how many persons I have heard say, 'I am a marvel to myself! This blow, so long dreaded, has not slain me, as I ever believed it would; I stagger under it, but I live to wonder at the strength God gives me, and in which I bear it. — Elizabeth Payson Prentiss

'The Voice' has lots of singers who fit the 'Idol' mold of young, innocent ingenues with psycho stage moms. But it also has long-suffering adult pros, with a whiff of thirtysomething despair in their voices. That adds an edge of realness. — Rob Sheffield

Harry went closer and could see she was attractive. And there was something about the relaxed way she spoke, the way she looked him straight in the eye, that suggested that she was also self-assured. A professional woman, he guessed. Something requiring a cool, rational mind. Estate agent, head of a department in a bank, politician or something like that. Well-off at any rate, of that he was fairly sure. It wasn't just the coat and the colossal house behind her, but something in the attitude and the high, aristocratic cheekbones. She walked down the steps as if walking along a straight line, made it seem easy. Ballet lessons, Harry thought. — Jo Nesbo

The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine. — Ouida

I think you're a raging asshole.
Ruger laughed.
Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out. — Joanna Wylde

It's not what we take with us
It's what we leave behind
Like a river singing
It wont let us sleep at night. — Mick Bose

Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"
Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said. — Cassandra Clare