A Womans Stare Quotes & Sayings

Theological anthropology is a lot simpler when humans are the only ones with souls. — James S.A. Corey

Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others. (Igjugarjuk) — Joseph Campbell

You are the reason why he exists on this earth. You don't have the right to abandon him just because he's inconvenient or has trouble in school. — Michael Crichton

Matilda?" he said softly as he lowered his head to mine, his eyes shifting to gaze at my lips, then back to my eyes.
He was going to kiss me.
( ... ) "Y-yes?" I breathed.
His lips were almost on mine. His body bent over me, closer, closer. I thought I'd burst for want.
I held my breath and closed my eyes.
His fingers squeezed the back of my neck, gentle and possessive.
"If you make me late," he murmured, his breath warm across my mouth, "I will throttle you."
Wait. What?
My eyes snapped open.
( ... ) By the time I pulled my thoughts together, he was already out the door. His voice floated back to me. "Move, Matilda. We're late."
That was it? No kiss? What was wrong with that man? He was sending off more mixed signals than a three-armed traffic cop. — Devon Monk

Do you know who is ready to go with the presidential campaign? Jeb Bush. Jeb already has plans to end the war in Iraq that his brother started. All he needs is a hot tub time machine. — David Letterman

It's a little bit late in the day for men to object that women are getting outside their proper sphere. — Marjory Stoneman Douglas

Eventually everyone will have the opportunity to travel onto space. — Lance Bass

My first thought when I came here was that I understood why there are so many great Irish writers - because there is something mystical in the air. There's always this cloudy, moody sky and it's challenging. — Christopher Meloni

There's no god. He who created god was a fool; he who spreads his name is a scoundrel and he who worships him is a barbarian. — Periyar E.V. Ramasamy

But Golden's dark form in the doorway had imprinted something new and painful on the hard plates of her chest: that old devil, hope. The kind of hope that abandons you in your worst moments and is suddenly there again, weeks later, trailing you like the stubborn, slinking dog who will not take no for an answer. The kind of greedy hope that tricks you into believing that at least some of the things taken from you might be restored, that after everything, you might find your way back to something like happiness. — Brady Udall

What's important at this time is to re-clarify the difference between hero and villain. — J. Edgar Hoover