Crisscrossed Legs Quotes & Sayings

Jewish people, we don't believe in Hell or a future place to suffer. We're suffering right now. Every one of our holidays celebrates how much we've suffered. Passover - we're celebrating 5,000 years ago, God passed over our houses and murdered all the Egyptians. We're celebrating, 'Hey, thank God we didn't get slaughtered. — Andy Kindler

Faced with the nonsense question 'What is the meaning of a word?' and perhaps dimly recognizing it to be nonsense, we are nevertheless not inclined to give it up. — J.L. Austin

Attaining immortality is easier than controlling its terms and conditions. — David Mitchell

They'll say, That's funny, but you can't do that on TV. — Shawn Wayans

My fear is if I expose myself, not so much that I'll be hurt, but that the reaction will be "Is that all there is? Is that the entirety of you? Because it's boring." — Michael Ian Black

People said it was a song about drugs, but John Lennon said the name came from a picture his son painted of a girl at school. — Aminatta Forna

XV. Is any man so foolish as to fear change, to which all things that once were not owe their being? And — Marcus Aurelius

Beth's voice broke. "I can't lose you guys." And there it was. She sat here bleeding because she loved me and Isaiah. For the millionth time, I wished the system was a person. One person I could name, know and hold responsible for screwing every single one of us. Right now, Beth's mom's new boyfriend would have to do. — Katie McGarry

A perfect day for me would just be a day that goes the way I plan. — Mikaela Shiffrin

Love is your only wealth. Everything else is just a mirage. — Debasish Mridha

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt ... and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards. — Suzanne Collins

wishing thee a short and prosperous voyage, with a full portion of happiness we remain thy friends. In — Nathaniel Philbrick

my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. — Suzanne Collins