Burns Like Whiskey Quotes & Sayings

A year after Hemingway died on the front page, Faulkner went off after a binge, as if dying was nobody's business but his own. — Alfred Kazin

Lust tastes like tequila and love tastes like whiskey. Love burns for longer and warms you up on the inside and sometimes it makes you do stupid things. Tequila makes you wasted. You can get wasted on lust and warmed by love. — Jackson Rathbone

I've realized that I'm more important than food is. I love a big slice of pizza, but I love myself more. Being thin is about changing the way you think about yourself. It's about saying that you deserve to be healthy. — Valerie Bertinelli

Don't climb on others to get to the top;
soar like an eagle. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Some people, who are deeply involved in an organized, traditional religion, find it very difficult to accept that their way isn't the only way. And that their sacred text isn't the only text and it must be taken literally. — Elizabeth Lesser

You made me whole. You took a wretched, broken soul and showed him how to take his life back. — Lauren Layne

If a woman is comfortable with herself, I think that's what radiates. I think the moment you start questioning your body and looks is when you get into trouble. — Alanna Ubach

Trying to get without first giving is as fruitless as trying to reap without having sown. — Napoleon Hill

If you sit quiet long enough, you find out what people really think. — Carol Bartz

Specialized management courses are useful but should come well after the complexity of management and business are understood. — Warren Bennis

The universe was playing with loaded dice, which insured an excess of cowards in our ranks. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope. — Pope Benedict XVI

And now it appears to me that the tale I have to tell, spanning a million years, doesn't change all that much from beginning to end. In the beginning, as in the end, I find myself speaking of human beings, regardless of their brain size, as fisherfolk. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry. — Marya Hornbacher

Time slowed, and stilled. It was just the two of us, me murmuring in the empty, sunlit room. Will didn't say much. He didn't answer back, or add a dry comment, or scoff. He nodded occasionally, his head pressed against mine, and murmured, or let out a small sound that could have been satisfaction at another good memory.
"It has been, the best six months of my entire life."
"Funnily enough, Clark, mine too."
And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn't bear it. — Jojo Moyes