Barkalow Freehold Quotes & Sayings

People are made in such a way that if something inexplicable happens to them, they write it off to an overheated imagination. — Max Frei

Self-defense is only an illusion, a dark cloak beneath which lurks a razor-sharp dagger waiting to be plunged into the first unwary victim. Whoever declares that any weapon manufactured today, whether it be a nuclear missile or a .38 special, is created for self-defense should look a little more closely at his own image in the mirror. Either he is a liar or is deceiving himself. — Wong Shun Leung

Almost one half of our time is spent in telling and hearing evil of one another ... and every hour brings forth something strange and terrible to fill up our discourse and our astonishment. — Laurence Sterne

She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss. — Cassandra Clare

Be sure not to discuss your hero's state of mind. Make it clear from his actions.
(Letter to Alexander Chekhov, May 10, 1886) — Anton Chekhov

Love is giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it. — Jacques Lacan

I'm sorry," I whisper.
He takes my face in his hands. "I'm not. I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry I fell in love with you. I have no regrets, Zahra, and neither should you. I love you. — Jessica Khoury

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy. — Walt Whitman

When it comes to divide an estate, the politest men quarrel. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm truly, truly boring! I don't change. If people know me, I have not changed. — Donna Karan

I hope I'm worthy in my dying. I hope I can maintain myself - that I wouldn't become pathetic and needy, and the worst part of myself come out in adversity. But I'm not afraid of it. It'd be such a silly thing to do! To ruin the life you have by fearing its ending. — Brendan Gleeson

I can't help feeling a little grateful since the last thing I want to do is strip down Haymitch, wash the vomit out of his chest hair, and tuck him into bed. — Suzanne Collins