Damaschke International Quotes & Sayings

To explore what it would mean to live fully, sensually alive and passionately on purpose, I have to drop my preconceived ideas of who and what I am. — Dawna Markova

Trip cackled. "That's so wrong!"
"You laughed. If you laugh, then you think it's true."
"Who said that?"
"Everyone." He huffed. "People laugh at the truth because if they didn't laugh, they'd ... I dunno. Cry or vomit."
Trip laughed loud and long at that. — Damon Suede

If the heart be impure, all actions would be wrong. — Indian

And you can bet that Galileo, Newton, and Einstein never would have made their discoveries if they hadn't first been able to clear their heads by slapping the salami (or "knocking a few protons off the old hydrogen atom"). The same goes for Marie Curie. Before she discovered radium, you can be certain she first discovered the little man in the canoe. It — Ernest Cline

John, you look like crap warmed over."
He nodded, walking into the conference room for what had now become their daily meeting.
Thanks, Tom. I needed that. — William R. Forstchen

Why did you pull the arrow out?" she demanded, pulling her sweater over her head. She had a tank top on under it. She patted his chest and side with the sweater, absorbing as much of the blood as she could.

Jules's breath was coming in harsh pants. "Because when someone - shoots you with an arrow - " he gasped, "your immediate response is not - 'Thanks for the arrow, I think I'll keep it for a while.'"

"Good to know your sense of humor is intact. — Cassandra Clare

The most reliable pleasure afforded by theater is the intermission. — Mason Cooley

Like anyone who has a relationship with Jesus knows, the coolest thing about it is that it's infinite how much you can learn and begin to understand. It's something that grabbed me. — Tobin Heath

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season. — Angela Carter