Quotes & Sayings About Being Treated Like An Option

Everywhere I go I find that people ... both leaders and individuals ... are asking one basic question, 'Is there any hope for the future?' My answer is the same, 'Yes, through Jesus Christ.' — Billy Graham

Danger seems terrible from a distance; it is not so bad if you have a close look at it — Abhishek Vicky

It's a very subjective, personal, instinctive approach as musicians of saying, 'We don't want to replace what's around; we just want to widen the possibilities.' — Thomas Bangalter

I worked my way through art school as an auto mechanic, doing various stuff including sanding bodywork and using Bondo filler. — Fred Tomaselli

He stared at my wet hair. "You been under that fucking waterfall again?"
"Not today." I didn't get why it bothered him so much, unless maybe the thought it set a bad example for Nicki. "Why do you care?"
He shrugged. "I don't. Knock your brains loose if you want." He blew out a huge cloud of smoke, which I thought was a pretty ironic thing to do while giving me a safety lecture. — Jennifer R. Hubbard

Intel has been my second family. It is an amazing company that has changed the way people live their lives, and I am proud to have contributed to that in a meaningful way. — Renee James

She had come to accept, deeply, and with certitude, that she had been born into a world, a life, that would not let her be whole. — Guy Gavriel Kay

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing. — Logan Pearsall Smith

She just kept staring at her," she lamented. "Like I wasn't even there."
... "The trouble with lesbian love triangles is you can't tell which 'she' and which 'her' we're talking about. — Molly Ringle

I don't categorize characters into one syllable. These are fully-rounded characters that I don't judge; I just play them. — Kevin Spacey

If you watch '90210,' you see my hair changing every episode - I've chopped it off, and I've kept it long. I've done it all to my hair on that show. — Jessica Stroup

I'm lying on Cash's chest, tracing his tattoo.
"What does this mean?" I whisper.
"It's the Chinese symbol for awesome," he teases lightly.
I giggle. "If it's not, which I imagine it isn't, then it should be."
"Are you paying me a compliment? I just want to be sure, so I don't miss it."
I slap his ribs. "You make it sound like I'm mean and horrible because I don't throw myself at your feet."
"You don't have to throw yourself at my feet. Although if you want to, I'm sure I can think of something for you to do while you're down there."
I look up at him and he's waggling his eyebrows again.
"I'm sure you could." Shaking my head, I settle back onto his chest and resume tracing the ink shapes. "Seriously, what do they mean?"
Cash is quiet for so long I begin to think he's not going to answer me. But then he finally speaks.
"It's a collage of things that remind me of my family. — M. Leighton