Darth Vader Birthday Card Quotes & Sayings

The artist is the child in the popular fable, every one of whose tears was a pearl. — Heinrich Heine

While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them — Henry David Thoreau

Accept that you are that - you are the matchless, eternal reality. That's true seeing, true humility. — Frederick Lenz

These jeans looked so good on me when I looked in the mirror I wanted to fuck myself. — Pete Wentz

I knew it was too late. I knew she was dead. I knew it for sure because the pull was gone. I didn't feel any reason to be here beside her. She wasn't here anymore. So this body had no more draw for me. The senseless need to be near her had vanished. Or maybe moved was the better word. It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now. From down the stairs, out the door. The longing to get away from here and never, ever come back. — Stephenie Meyer

Words are most malignant, the most treacherous possession of mankind. They are saturated with the sorrows of all time. — Louis Sullivan

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot. — Emily Dickinson

I like working alone. I feel freer, less constrained. I know what I have to do and I try to do it. There are no superficial hangups. — Oliver

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth. — Ann Brashares

I can't let her go. Not when I've finally found her. — Maya Banks

To be well turned out, a woman should turn her thoughts in. — Mainbocher

The fool learns by suffering. — Hesiod

I still wanted to see the family come back to life. And when that didn't transpire from the music, it kinda made me feel like I was bein' taken advantage of. I thought, when people heard '8 Diagrams,' they'd be like, 'Oh, Wu-Tang is a wrap now - they've lost it.' And I know that we didn't lose it. — Raekwon

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn't miss Travis.
Which kind of worked, until after the three o'clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold.
Or until I tripped over his laundry that he'd left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor.
Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn't spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so.
There was no foot-holding under the table. — N.R. Walker