Aberrant Left Quotes & Sayings

It is the gift of all poets to find the commonplace astonishing, and the astonishing quite natural. — Margery Sharp

He had to admit that the biggest inhibitor to change lies within yourself, and that nothing gets better until you change. — Spencer Johnson

Some things the gut distills to their essence no matter how hard you try to factor in compassion and mercy and understanding. One of them killed the other. And there is violence in my heart. — Karen Marie Moning

I'm still as enamored and turned on by work as I was when I was young. — Maurice Sendak

You aren't ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it
don't plan anything, just go out and do it. — Jack Kerouac

Playing a three-hour Rush show is like running a marathon while solving equations. — Neil Peart

Like Disneyland, luxury retailers have long had to figure out how to overcome customers' natural inertia. Unlike less pricey stores, they tend not to attract idle browsers who make impulse purchases. — Virginia Postrel

I came from a family of physical abuse. He came from one that had a psychological terrorist. — Dan Skinner

I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. — Willa Cather

I've always been quite a spontaneous person, so I would lean more towards, if you feel it and you know its right, then do it. — Emily Blunt

My faith survived because I realized God didn't want this for us, He never had. I'm passionately looking forward to a new Heaven and Earth where only good exists once more. — Dee Henderson

Your business is not to 'get somewhere' - it is to be here. — Dan Millman

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu's left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. — Kunal Sen