Couples That Fight Alot Quotes & Sayings

A black dog, tall and wide as a full grown man, took a couple of steps toward them. It bared sharp, yellow fangs big as Bowie knifes. Drool dripped from them to the dried grass below. Unable to help it, Lee wet his pants when he saw the animal's eyes. It had four glowing orbs that burned with a smoldering red light like the fires of Hell. — Pamela K. Kinney

Body odor mixed with deodorant must make chloroform. — Belle Aurora

When you give yourself away you find that a new and more real self has somehow been given to you. — Peter Kreeft

We argue that the role of teachers is becoming less that of a knowledge transmitter, and closer to that of an "animator of collective intelligence" who provides analytical tools (the proverbial "fishing rod") rather than simply giving away raw information ("fish"). — Marcos C. Lima

Extensive traveling induces a feeling of encapsulation, and travel, so broadening at first, contracts the mind. — Paul Theroux

I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person. — Virginia Woolf

Narrative living is the beginning of rhetoric. — N.D. Wilson

I never thought of having cancer as something that was unfair. I just braced myself and tried to get through it. — Sam Taylor-Wood

How about giving your old man a break here, huh, Chirp?"
"Chirp is dead," I hear myself say and watch the flat words destroy his pleasure. "You killed her, and now you have to deal with me because I'm what's left. — Laura Wiess

First, what does truth require? It requires us to face the facts as they are, not to involve ourselves in self-deception; to refuse to think merely in slogans. If we are to work for the future of the city, let us deal with the realities as they actually are, not as they might have been, and not as we wish they were. [ ... ] The truth doesn't die. — John F. Kennedy

Our spiritual life is a venture in the dark, between the soul and God, and no spiritual life is worth the name unless it is so. — Janet Erskine Stuart

We were the lucky ones, the notthese, we were the ones who had survived the aerial bombing and fire-clusters, the final flash. Regrettable, unavoidable, a war to end all wars, a war for democracy, a war for freedom, peaceful war. Sometimes war is necessary. Sometimes war is right.
But to the broken and the dead, to the wounded and the maimed, to the exploded and the shrapnelshattered, to minds gone dark, to eyes that have seen agony no tears can wash away, it hardly matters that the dead language of war repeats itself through time. The bodies that can say nothing have the last word.
What is it - the last word? No.
No more war. — Jeanette Winterson

When there's writing that you really trust, it's very freeing as an artist. — Matt LeBlanc