4ourears Quotes & Sayings

I don't think I'm such an amazing person who needs to be written about. — Amy Winehouse

From labor there shall come forth rest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The darkness that we see in our world today is due to the disintegration of things out of harmony with God's laws. The basic conflict is not between nations, it is between two opposing beliefs. The first is that evil can be overcome by more evil, that the end justifies the means. This belief is very prevalent in our world today. It is the war way. It is the official position of every major nation. — Peace Pilgrim

I just want to complete my legacy. — Lennox Lewis

My dad says it's because I haven't met the right girl yet, but sometimes I think maybe I've met her five times already but ended up staring at her friend all night and asking her out, the one who would eventually steal eighty dollars out of my wallet to pay for a bikini wax, which I never got to see. — Caprice Crane

Surrender is not a weakness, but rather an empowering state of humility. — Bryant McGill

He looks big and tough, but he needs someone to hold him, too. — D.B. Reynolds

I am nervous about dogmas of any kind, whether they be religious, political, or anti-religious. Too many heads have rolled because of them. — Margaret Atwood

About a month after she found out about that, I got pregnant for the first time. I knew I didn't want to have a baby at all, and wanted to get an abortion. But the day I found out, I wasn't sure what to do first. I felt alone and lost and needed someone to call who I could tell. I needed help. I wasn't sure if she would talk to me again so soon after what had happened. I decided to take a chance and try calling her. When I told her, she said, "Well, an abortion is only like $500, so go turn a couple of tricks and get it taken care of," before she hung up on me. I probably should have called someone else, but I didn't know who else to call. — Ashly Lorenzana

We will spend this long afternoon crying and laughing at the same time, so that i can no longer tell which one is the truest form of grief. — Bridget Asher

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me. — Suzanne Collins