Apa Extended Quotes & Sayings

If you want possessive alpha male, I can certainly comply. — Laurelin Paige

To prepare for a race there is nothing better than a good pheasant, some champagne and a woman. — Jacques Anquetil

I am a deeply uncertain individual. I often find myself acting like a fool to make the people around me laugh. When they're laughing, they're not watching me quite as closely. I smile to put people at ease. But what if I opened my mouth one day, spoke my actual thoughts, and the people glared at my opinions? What if they thought me disgusting or frightening or ugly because of my words? Would you keep your lips shut for the rest of your life to not face that judgment? Just for the sake of someone else's comfort? For these strangers, who I will never know? If I can't speak then I'll write. These strangers, whose opinions crush me, will be forced to listen. Because when they read my words those words will make a home within their heads. They may even end up using my own opinions against me. But at least I'll be hidden behind the pages of a book. — F.K. Preston

Fear binds; joy frees EL — Evinda Lepins

Even weak men when united are powerful. — Friedrich Schiller

When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man. — Don Williams

So many people dwell on negativity and I've survived by ignoring it: it dims your light and it's harder each time to turn the power up again. — Judith Jamison

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him. — Jean Racine

As the young husband and wife lay in each other's arms, each contemplating past, present, and future, Clint recognized the music as the adagietto from Gustav Mahler's fifth symphony. It was one of the most famous movements in the entire symphonic repertoire, but it was also one of the most debated. Mahler ostensibly composed the adagietto as a love song to his wife, Alma, but when played at the much slower tempo preferred by many conductors, the music instead evokes a feeling of profound melancholy. After almost eighty years, musicologists and aficionados still couldn't agree whether the music was supposed to be happy or sad, whether it was an expression of intense love and devotion or of unmitigated despair. Clint was struck by the irony that this music would be playing at this moment in his life, and his mouth curled into an ambivalent smile. Was he happy? Was he sad? Would he ever again be certain? — William T. Prince