329 Area Quotes & Sayings

The Washington black community was able to succeed beyond his wildest dreams. I mean, we had our own newspapers, our own restaurants, our own theaters, our own small shops, our own clubs, our own Masonic lodges. — Ed Smith

Social standing does not necessarily translate to social acceptance. — Alexandra Robbins

Stendhal had said a Frenchman was an Italian in a bad mood. — Edmund White

The lives God gives to us, the awful things we can't escape from. Sometimes I think that sort of God would enjoy making hell for us after we die. — C.J. Sansom

Do you think we make sad things into songs in order to hold on to the sadness or to banish it - I think it is to banish the sadness. So then if you write a happy song, is it not sadder than a sad song because by making it you have banished your own happiness into a song? — Sarah Ruhl

In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs. — Chuck Palahniuk

It's those that fight hardest for freedom who are never free. — David Clement-Davies

Only slaves love being powerful. HANS ERICH NOSSACK — Daniel Quinn

I used to dream of a week-long beach vacation with white sand under my toes ... right now, I'd settle for 48 hours at a Motel 6 with some Lysol and a UV lamp. — Ingrid Weir

Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy — Munia Khan

A bank is a relationship. I can't desert you and expect to have a strong relationship afterward. If I told someone, "I know you've been buying milk from me and you need milk to survive. But the price is no longer $2 a gallon. It's going to be $40 a gallon. I'm going to bankrupt you." What do you guys think of me? You would hate us. — Jamie Dimon

In the afternoon dark clouds suddenly color the sky a mysterious shade and it starts raining hard, pounding the roof and windows of the cabin. I strip naked and run outside, washing my face with soap and scrubbing myself all over. It feels wonderful. In my joy I shut my eyes and shout out meaningless words as the large raindrops strike me on the cheeks, the eyelids, chest, side, penis, legs, and butt - the stinging pain like a religious initiation or something. Along with the pain there's a feeling of closeness, like for once in my life the world's treating me fairly. I feel elated, as if all of a sudden I've been set free. I face the sky, hands held wide apart, open my mouth wide, and gulp down the falling rain. — Haruki Murakami

Seeing his face light up when I told him. He was so happy — Diane Chamberlain