Best Thinspiration Quotes & Sayings

Acquaintances are numerous. Friends are few. Enemies many. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Every worker should know that by working, he is releasing the nature of God in him. He is becoming creative just like God is creative. — Sunday Adelaja

The mind revolts against certain opinions, as the stomach rejects certain foods. — William Hazlitt

The moral principles that have priority in each model appear in the other model, but with lesser priorities. Those lesser priorities drastically change the effect of those principles. — George Lakoff

Unquestionably, American political rhetoric can be repugnant, and the Right can certainly be as guilty as the Left. — John Podhoretz

Yes, though I have nothing but gratitude for my upbringing in the church. — John McGahern

When we have the ability to save someone's life, and we decide they aren't worthy of being saved - isn't that playing God as well? — Diana Peterfreund

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't even be worth reading. — Yevgeny Zamyatin

He has a light, fumbling brutality, which several times makes me think that this time it'll cost me my sanity. In our dawning, mutual intimacy, I induce him to open the little slit in the head of his penis so I can put my clitoris inside and fuck him. — Peter Hoeg

Oh shoot, Imagene, you shouldn't have told them that. Big mouth. "I mean, not that the hotel's not open for business now, because it is. Sure enough. You're both here." I flashed a big toothy grin, but only Carter smiled back. The — Lisa Wingate

Grace was my best friend. I can't let anyone forget her. I'm sure you understand."
Mr. Farrow smiled, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, it's easy to rewrite history when we lose a loved one, isn't it? Sometimes we only remember the things we want to remember. — Lisa Roecker

"Even from the point of view of coquetry, pure and simple," he had told her, "can't you see how much of your attraction you throw away when you stoop to lying? — Marcel Proust