Anarcho Dandyist Quotes & Sayings

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. "Sometimes I really want to" - a frustrated sound - "bite you!"
He froze. "I might let you."
"I won't do it if you'd enjoy it. — Nalini Singh

It's the easiest thing to be lost if you don't want to be found. — Jandy Nelson

The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball. — Doug Larson

Kafka said, A book
must be an axe

for the frozen sea
inside us, which sounds

great, but what good
is an axe against

a frozen sea?
Perhaps this is why

he said, while dying,
Destroy everything. — Matt Rasmussen

I want nothing from love, in short, but love. — Colette

A person has to get fed up with the ways of the world before he, before she acquires an appetite for the world of grace. — Eugene H. Peterson

You're too cold to freeze, Blade. You have a heart of ice. I try to help you, and all I receive is scorn. — T.C. Southwell

My girlfriend says that I thrash throughout the night, for longer periods than are generally accepted as corresponding to REM sleep, and she often has to move to the couch to get any sort of rest before she goes to work in the morning. — Keith Murray

Look deep inside yourself and find your inner angel. Your inner angel will show you how to drop the anchor of emotional burden and fly. Your inner angel knows where to find light to chase away the darkness. Your inner angels helps you balance when the world pushes and pulls. And, most important of all, your inner angel has a wingspan that is broad enough to lift the hearts of those in pain. — Emily March

All the earth colours of the painter's palette are out there in the many miles of badlands ... — Georgia O'Keeffe

After all the work and lies - and lotion - it took to get me into this parking lot, I'm not going home without more success to add to my list. — Anne Eliot

The Dandy is the highest form of existence attainable by the human form. His life is exclusively dedicated to dressing exquisitely, parading about the fashionable boroughs of splendid cities and and holding forth at his club, where he dispenses witticism as readily as the vulgaroisie utters its banal platitudes. The only species of 'work' this singular Chap might engage in would consist of discussing buttonhole stitching with his tailor and performing his ablutions until the morning has been well aired enough for him to step into it. — Gustav Temple And Vic Darkwood