Apei Stock Quotes & Sayings

I would like to see everything, look at everything, I want to be the view itself. — Josef Koudelka

You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living. — Miranda July

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue.
She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. — Susan Hubbard

Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment. — Ella Frank

I wish every woman would love herself and embrace what she was given naturally. — Queen Latifah

I think the place fed me completely. Not only was I in Uganda, but I was around many people who had a personal relationship with Idi Amin. I was eating the food constantly. I was culturally hanging out with the people. You can't help but absorb the energy, and try to get inside the culture. — Forest Whitaker

It isn't changing around from place to place that keeps you lively. It's getting time on your side. Working with it, not against it. — Ursula K. Le Guin

A purple velvet sofa is a gals symbol of freedom. — Beth Hoffman

It is inconceivable that you would ever see two chimpanzees carrying a log together. — Michael Tomasello

Great grief contains dejection. They discourage existence. — Victor Hugo

The Bagman lived in a castle made from the tears of children, the bones of the brave and the sighs of the dead. — Rachael McKay

Detente - isn't that what a farmer has with his turkey - until Thanksgiving? — Ronald Reagan

Mind over body over bodies on the floor over tallies seared day by day by day into skin until it cracked and broke and bled into the beat of gunfire and the melody of pain and the world was made of savage music, made and was made of, and that was the cycle, the big bang into the whimper and on and on and none of it was real except for August or all of it was real except for him. . . . He — Victoria Schwab