Quotes & Sayings About Bossy Boyfriends

Don't cling to a mistake just because you spent a long time making it. — Unknown

Freedom is not negotiable. — Andy Garcia

How often must I get lost in a strange land of fairytales so that I can find my true self? — Debasish Mridha

Think of this as an adventure, Diesel said.
I'm from Jersey. I get my adventure on the Turnpike. — Janet Evanovich

There is no God, cry the masses more and more vociferously; and with the loss of God man loses his sense of values - is, as it were, massacred because he feels himself of no account. — Karl Jaspers

Nature never holds back but never hurries.
It blooms with all its power, with all its beauty. — Debasish Mridha

Let him alone, he has a way of stopping anywhere and losing himself without any reason. I believe that he will soon appear; do not therefore disturb him. — Plato

To be an ideal guest, stay at home. — E.W. Howe

The are two kinds of people in this modern society. First and the majority are those fools who think they are wise, and second are the few wise individuals who know that they are fools. — Abhijit Naskar

It is more satisfying to sacrifice oneself for the poor victim than to enable the other to overcome their victim status and perhaps become even more succesfull than ourselves — Slavoj Zizek

Middle school is kind of like Middle-earth. It's a magical journey filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, queens, kings, and a few corrupt wizards. Word to the wise: pick your traveling companions well. Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere. Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination - or at least your next class.
-CeCee, Lucy and CeCee's How to Survive (and Thrive) in Middle School — Kimberly Dana

Man is developed from an ovule, about 125th of an inch in diameter, which differs in no respect from the ovules of other animals. — Charles Darwin

Soon the cottage was filled with the familiar, homely smell of frying onions. It escaped from the stove, crept through the kitchen, sniffed along the bottom of the closed front room door and wound its way stealthily up the crooked staircase, even under the door of Anna's bedroom. But even this, the most delicious, hungry-making smell in the world, was unable to rouse her. — Joan G. Robinson

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds. — Eric Hoffer