Cariola Sheets Quotes & Sayings

raspy breaths. She pressed an ear to his chest, — Charlie N. Holmberg

Some days you're the cockroach, some days you're the boot heel. — Connie Brockway

Seal the openings, shut the doors, and until your last day you will not be exhausted. Widen the openings, interfere, and until your last day you will not be safe. — Laozi

Me: Oh! One time in high school, I spent the night at a girl's house who I didn't know very well. We made out. I wasn't into it, and it was really gross, but I was seventeen and curious.
Ridge: No. That does NOT count as a flaw, Sydney. Jesus Christ, work with me here. — Colleen Hoover

God, forgive those whose atrocities are so great
I will not. — Landon Parham

So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice ... — William Faulkner

As I'm sure you know, to be in one's own room, in one's own bed, can often make a bleak situation a little better. — Lemony Snicket

I am interested in reconstructing symbols. It's about connecting with an older knowledge and trying to discover continuities in why we search for heaven, — Anselm Kiefer

Girls with poison necklaces
to save themselves from torture.
Just as women wear amulets
which hold their rolled up fortunes
transcribed on ola leaf. — Michael Ondaatje

The message was that .. fathers can go ahead and have children, but they don't have to raise the children. — Dan Quayle

There can be no universal without diversity: the quest for the ultimate commonality would be pointless if we did not recognize the initial differences that explain just why we have to go in search of the universal. — Tariq Ramadan

Gone, but only until we get there — Jo Royston

Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in. — Mark Vonnegut

We're so fortunate here, away from the turmoil. We wouldn't have to give a moment's thought to all this suffering if it weren't for the fact that we're so worried about those we hold dear, whom we can no longer help. — Anne Frank