Chelsea Houska Quotes & Sayings

I've had a lot of disappointments. I think my biggest disappointment is the failure of elected officials to make good on their promises in regards to the environment or anything else, really. I have very little faith in politicians. — Paul Watson

You're injured." He flicks his chin at my bleeding leg.
"We need to get that cleaned up."
"It'll be fine," I wave it off. "My mom will descend upon me with a bottle of
peroxide the second I hit the door. — M.A. George

I must finally conclude that this proposition, I am, I exist, is necessarily true whenever it is put forward by me or conceived in my mind. — Rene Descartes

A lack of education fertilizes the weeds of folly. — Matshona Dhliwayo

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written. — Toba Beta

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone. — Henri Barbusse

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret. — Aphra Behn

Our ultimate finishing line in life is death! Whilst you have life, work hard and trust God! — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry - all forms of fear - are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. — Eckhart Tolle

I don't want to be someone's reason to hate their life. I want to be someone's reason to seek something more in their life. — Nick Vujicic

By mastering character and plot, you give your book a fighting chance and without
character and plot, no book can survive. — Craig Hart

I'd started working when I was 21 and had been very determined about my career, very focused, even as a little kid, so it was something I had been working at for a long time. — Josh Schwartz

Both my parents instilled an interest in science and mathematics. — George Smoot

It seems like you're reading, I said, from the pink Princess telephone in my room, which came from my grandmother's house in St. Louis. It still had her old exchange phone number on the front, that Hitchcockian combination of words and letters. I loved it, not because I liked pink or irony, or was sentimental, but because the ringer was broken. I could call out but was never disturbed by incoming calls in my bedroom. The perfect form of communication in my mind, a model for what I fantasized about in a romantic relationship. — Jeanne Darst