Boys Dont Cry Quotes & Sayings

We were moving off now. From each other. As cannot be. Helped. I didn't want it from that time on. You know. All that. When you said sit with me on the school bus. I said no. That inside world had caught alight and what I wanted. To be left alone. To look at it. To swing the torch into every corner of what he'd we'd done. Know it and wonder what does it mean. I learned to turn it off, the world that was not my own. Stop up my ears and everything. Who are you? You and me were never this. This boy and girl that do not speak. But somehow I've left you behind and you're just looking on. — Eimear McBride

The poor are so busy trying to survive from one day to the next, they haven't the time or energy to keep score. — Studs Terkel

Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love. — Charles Peguy

It was as though the whole world was thrown back six or seven hundred years without having the organizations those ancient peoples had." He paused, breathing heavily. "Of course, there were many survivors who understood small skills. Some of them would repair small engines, but they couldn't manufacture them. They couldn't refine fuels. Fortunately a good many doctors who had practiced in small towns and in the country survived. They had their medical books, but they could no longer get the drugs they needed. Anyway, medicine survived after a fashion. Then gradually little patterns of order began to appear and another Bureaucracy came into being. — Hugh MacLennan

If you're decent to others, then you're decent to yourself. — Michael Savage

I'm all over the place with muffins. Carrots are great. Banana, chocolate chip, they rock, too. — Shawn Mendes

Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him? — Georg Buchner

8819Passers-by,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voices rose and blent
To form the city's afternoon roar
Hindering an old silence. — Carl Sandburg