C3 Afnsprirational Quotes & Sayings

Fame is in the eyes of the beholder; that meant that even though the beholder thinks their famous, to millions of other people they are not...
Whereas some will see you as an idol and well-known when you do not see yourself as either. — Melina Turner

Beware of men who cry. It's true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own. — Nora Ephron

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much! — James Patterson

Just because you fall once, doesn't mean you're fall at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always trust yourself, because if you don't then who will?? — Marilyn Monroe

Valerie stood with the other women, watching the men go. She couldn't help bristling at this division of the sexes. Her fingers itched to hold a weapon, too, to do something, to kill something with her anger. — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Darlin'? You want perfect? Go watch a movie."
- Bonnie (almost a Danser) — Greg Jolley

The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental. — Mason Cooley

He broke up with me last week because he'd decided there was something fundamentally incompatible about us deep down and that we'd only get hurt more if we played it out. He called it preemptive dumping. So maybe you have this premonition that there is something fundamentally incompatible and you're preempting the preemption. — John Green

Also another time she had wakened in dead of night, thinking that something touched her, and when she looked she saw that a black scaly tail, tufted with flame at the end, like a fiend's, had switched across her and lay there burning the covers. And when she turned shrieking, to see what manner of thing lay beside her in the bed, she was at first reassured by sight of her husband's face, then saw, to her horror, that horns had risen, black and pointed, from his forehead. After that she screamed again and remembered nothing until Joseph was shaking her awake, and there were neither horns nor tail to be seen. Nor were the bedclothes scorched. — Evangeline Walton