Alsters Kelly Quotes & Sayings

How does anybody change from the time that they're 18 till they're 25? Everything kind of changes. You see the world much differently, and you get your priorities in order a little bit more. — James Lafferty

We'd hoped vaguely to fall in love but hadn't worried much about it, because we'd thought we had all the time in the world. Love had seemed so final and so dull
love was what ruined our parents. Love had delivered them to a life of mortgage payments and household repairs; to unglamorous jobs and the flourescent aisles of a supermarket at two in the afternoon. We'd hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves. It sounded possible. If we didn't rush or grab, if we didn't panic, a love both challenging and nurturing might appear. If the person was imaginable, then the person could exist. — Michael Cunningham

Desire wasn't the only thing between us. There was so much more: forgiveness, acceptance, relief, and most importantly, love. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb. — Greg Child

I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares, as opposed to ugly things. That's my intent. — Saul Bass

Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background. — Kathy Reichs

I didn't say I couldn't touch." She gripped the collar of his shirt and dragged him forward, bringing their mouths an inch apart. "Just you." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'll make you beg for my goddamn hands on you. — Tessa Bailey

The fear of fat works ... because it's being manipulated in us to enforce class divisions, racisms, womyn-hatred. And we give it the room to work because it's so close to us, it's our own bodies, that we don't see it as coming from outside ourselves, we don't name it for the weapon it is. — Elana Dykewomon

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark. — Raymond Carver