Cute Index Card Quotes & Sayings

There are so many times and places in history in our world that I just don't know anything about, and when I learn about them they're always fascinating. — Andrew Stanton

Please tell me it's not like eighty degrees in Malibu."
"It's not. It's raining, which means the natives are convinced the end is near and are engaged in ritual auto pileups in an attempt to appease the angry gods. — D.B. Reynolds

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else. — Alex Flinn

God aims to exalt Himself by working for those who wait for Him. — John Piper

Anxiety is a sign that you have made up a story contrary to reality. Love does not fear. — Alan Cohen

In that moment his sadness was so great, so overpowering, that he wanted to tear at himself, to rip the scar from the back of his hand, to shred himself into bits as he had done to Luke's flowers. But — Hanya Yanagihara

Entitlement is a foreign concept to me. — Vann Chow

He leaned in. I felt his breath against my neck, then the press of his mouth against my skin just above the collar, almost a sigh.
"Don't," I said. I drew back, but he held me tighter. His hand went to the nape of my neck, long fingers twining in my hair, easing my head back. I closed my eyes.
"Let me," he murmured against my throat. His heel hooked around my leg, bringing me closer. I felt the heat of his tongue, the flex of hard muscle beneath bare skin as he guided my hands around his waist. "It isn't real," he said. "Let me."
I felt that rush of hunger, the steady, longing beat of desire that neither of us wanted, but that gripped us anyway. We were alone in the world, unique. We were bound together and always would be.
And it didn't matter.
I couldn't forget what he'd done, and I wouldn't forgive what he was: a murderer. A monster. A man who had tortured my friends and slaughtered the people I'd tried to protect. I shoved away from him. "It's real enough. — Leigh Bardugo

Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught. — Brooks Atkinson