Blu Hydrangea Quotes & Sayings

I cannot ask of heaven success, even for my country, in a cause where she should be in the wrong. — John Quincy Adams

[I]n the male sexual lexicon, which is the vocabulary of power, erotica is simply high-class pornography: better produced, better conceived, better executed, better packaged, designed for a better class of consumer. As with the call girl and the streetwalker, one is turned out better but both are produced by the same system of sexual values and both perform the same sexual service. — Andrea Dworkin

The subjects which he has chosen, however, are of both historic and dramatic importance, and they have the added value of giving the modern reader a clear picture of the state of semi-lawlessness which existed in Europe, during the middle ages. — Alexandre Dumas

The sixties were when hallucinogenic drugs were really, really big. And I don't think it's a coincidence that we had the type of shows we had then, like The Flying Nun. — Ellen DeGeneres

And I'm sorry to inform you, but you're not proper either. — Leigh Bardugo

If there is a God, the phrase that must disgust him is - holy war. — Steve Allen

I listen to all of my Dutch happy-hardcore songs from my raving techno days when I was about 14. It's the most horrible music ever. I think it's some kind of muscle memory that brings me back to when I was 14. It makes me bounce around the gym quite happily. — Lara Stone

It wasn't necessary to tell you, Abbot responded in a clipped voice. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

We have to create security for the working families of Britain, and that's what I'll do — Ed Miliband

I'll be out having a good time and stick my gum on the side of my cup - I know, it's a horrible habit - and people will steal the cup. — Jenna Jameson

I'm just being the artist that I would have loved if I was a child. — Dawn Angelique

It is high time for me to depart, for at my age I now begin to see things as they really are. — Bernard Le Bovier De Fontenelle

seeking comfort through continuity, as grand voices somehow hold off the permanent darkness that gathers though it does not fall. — Harold Bloom

I sit and ponder my existence: how I'm here, what put me here in these thoughts, these feelings, birthed from a timeless sleep, what it felt like, or rather the lack thereof, to not have been and now to 'be', and suddenly, I realize how absurd I am to exist, the fragility in my understanding of existence; I then wonder why the supernatural, the thought of other beings, of God or of gods, must be distinctly absurd - by which I am no longer sure. 'If I exist and I have made myself absurd to me, then why not they exist while merely believed absurd by me?' Perhaps it is true that in a wandering head, one full of wonders, the natural becomes supernatural and the supernatural becomes preternatural (or rational within the sights of discovery and explanation), just as the return home after a life-long journey feels, for a moment, foreign after the many experiences. — Criss Jami

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared — William Shakespeare