Best Senti Love Quotes & Sayings

Woah! Calm down, Curly! — Louis Tomlinson

It was all a lie, it all stank, stank of lies, it all gave the illusion of meaning and happiness and beauty, and all of it was just putrefaction that no one would admit to. Bitter was the taste of the world. Life was a torment. — Hermann Hesse

Nevertheless, amid the greatest difficulties of my Administration, when I could not see any other resort, I would place my whole reliance on God, knowing that all would go well, and that He would decide for the right. — Abraham Lincoln

I like throwing snowballs at small children. — Sam Mendes

I'm just paid to do whatever I want to do. Some of the time it's development, and some of the time it's just goofing off. — Larry Wall

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned. — Charles Baudelaire

How do I recognize a real saint? Whom I shall see within me whether it is in dreams or trances or meditations, He will be the Saint to me. Because God is the only Saint in this world. He is within our bodies. When He will manifest within my body in the form of a person, he will be saint to me. — Jibankrishna

Anyone who thinks they can write the perfect comedy that everyone will love is a fool. I can only write what I think is funny and hope that there is a likeminded audience out there. — Brendan O'Carroll

8Owe nothing to anyone - except for your obligation to love one another. If — Anonymous

I feel myself alien from everyone; that is my kind of Jewishness. — Frederic Raphael

I just love scary stuff! I'm a huge horror buff. — Elena Satine

The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons. — William Blake

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper. — John Donne

The film [Close Up] made itself, to a large extent. The characters involved were very real, I wasn't directing the actors so much as being directed by them. So it was a very particular film. — Abbas Kiarostami

Isabelle's moods began to vary with alarming speed. She wondered if she had always been this way and simply failed to notice. No. Good heavens, you noticed something like this: driving to the A&P feeling collected and cozy, as though your clothes fit around you exactly right, and by the time you drove home feeling completely undone, because as you walked across the parking lot the smell of the grocery bag you held in your arms mingled with the smell of spring and produced some scrape of longing in your heart. Frankly, it was exhausting. Because for all those moments of hope that God was near, of some bursting, some widening seeming to take place in her heart, Isabelle had other moments that could only be described as rage. (117) — Elizabeth Strout