Constipated Newborn Quotes & Sayings

Thank you for the day and night,
for rainy spells and summer's light.
Thank you for the skies of blue
and puffy clouds in grayish hue.
Thank you for the gigglefests
and midnight's cloak to hasten rest.
Thank you for tomorrow new
and yesterday's tomorrow too.
Thank you for "I'm glad we met"
and also for "we haven't yet."
Thank you for the peace of mind
a grateful soul doth always find. — Richelle E. Goodrich

It Will Be As If I Never Existed — Stephenie Meyer

The grave will fall in upon him who digs it. — Leonardo Da Vinci

I call a man awake who knows in his conscious reason his innermost unreasonable forces, drives, and weaknesses and knows how to deal with them. — Hermann Hesse

We can all look on the Internet and go, 'He hates me! Oh, but she loves me. Oh, but he hates me,' you know. And that way, madness lies. — Martin Freeman

Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities. — Charles Bukowski

A genius is the man in whom you are least likely to find the power of attending to anything insipid or distasteful in itself. He breaks his engagements, leaves his letters unanswered, neglects his family duties incorrigibly, because he is powerless to turn his attention down and back from those more interesting trains of imagery with which his genius constantly occupies his mind. — William James

You snuck up on me," she said. "I guess I'm not much of a Shadowhunter, huh?"
Simon shrugged. "Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace. — Cassandra Clare

He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter. — James Joyce