Aflutter Rhythm Quotes & Sayings

Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us. — Laurie Anderson

If I had seen pictures of people eating each other on the wall, I would've told him I was into cannibalism. — Chelsea Handler

When you write songs you're commenting on love, you're commenting on sex, relationships, whatever it is that you decide to write about it. And I've wanted to write about politics or spiritual ideas for years. — Joan Jett

No cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them. — Peter S. Beagle

Come on, Avery." Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. "Wake up,
damn it!" She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her arms wrapping tightly
around his big body. "Don't you want to shout at me for disobeying you, you
overbearing, domineering male?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit hard on her lip. He couldn't die. He was too
stubborn, too alive, too vigorous. And she couldn't lose him. She loved him too
much.
"I ... am a ... gentleman," she heard him gasp. "I never shout at women. — Connie Brockway

Through storms you are able to get all the colors you need to paint the rainbow. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Oh Ward, you animal. It gets me so hot and squishy when you call it intercourse. — Benjamin R. Smith

The secret to true happiness is low expectations and insensitivity. — Olivia Goldsmith

Truth always rests with the minority, and the minority is always stronger than the majority, because the minority is generally formed by those who really have an opinion, while the strength of a majority is illusory, formed by the gangs who have no opinion - and who, therefore, in the next instant (when it is evident that the minority is the stronger) assume its opinion ... while truth again reverts to a new minority. — Soren Kierkegaard

Before it had awoke to die on the instant of its waking, a score of bells and clocks had shouted midday and for a minute after its death, from near and far the clappers in their tents of rusted iron clanged across Gormenghast. — Mervyn Peake

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat. — James Tiptree Jr.