Clunks P67 Quotes & Sayings

If I knew how to stop the tears, I would. I don't want him to hear me cry. I don't want him to know how upset I am that we can't have this every day of our lives. I don't want him to ask me what's wrong.
When he feels my tears falling against his chest, he doesn't do anything to stop them. Instead, he simply holds me with a much tighter grip and presses his cheek against the top of my head. His hand brushes softly through my hair.
"I know, baby," he whispers. "I know. — Colleen Hoover

I have never regretted erring on the side of withholding information. — Mindy Kaling

Words are your paintbrush, and your life is the canvas. You can paint whatever you want to paint; you can even copy another artist's work - but what you express with your paintbrush is the way you see yourself, the way you see the entire reality. — Miguel Ruiz

I think there's a god and I know it's not me. — Michael J. Fox

I absolutely am a Christian and I am very proud of it. — Andrea Leadsom

There comes a moment when you must quit talking to God about the mountain in your life and start talking to the mountain about your God. You proclaim His power. You declare His sovereignty. You affirm His faithfulness. You stand on His Word. You cling to His promises. — Mark Batterson

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city. — Dorothy Parker

I have never experienced writers block and I've written every day since June 1972. But I have experienced the need to get up and walk around, eat ice cream, let ideas percolate, forget the story for a time, and then return to the page. Even the muse needs a vacation to rest up before she gives more of herself. — Jan Marquart

Freedom can be more expensive than the lack of it, and to prove it we have the prisons of Sweden, which offer better conditions than any slum house of Brazil. — Daniel Marques

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth. — Radclyffe Hall

There's a place in your mind where any voices you let in slip down your spine and into your lungs and heart, become a thing you breathe and bleed. — Kelly Loy Gilbert

It became apparent to enthusiasts of locomotive travel that there was at least one unscheduled train on the tracks of Palimpsest. It did not stop at any of the stations, for one thing. Astrologers and geologists were consulted; they are much the same folk in this part of the world. The astrologer gazes upward and scries out shapes in the sky, and to do this he builds great towers so as to be closest to the element of his choice. The geologist is an astrologer who once, just once, happened to look down. From such great heights she glimpses the enormous shapes stamped on the earth, the long polygons made by the borders of farms and rivers and mill towns, littoral masses and city walls, a reflection of the celestial mosaic. In these loamy constellations Palimpsest is but a decorative flourish; they are so vast and complex that in her lifetime the geologist may chart but the tiniest part of the conterration which contains her tower. It is a long and lonely life to which few are called. — Catherynne M Valente