Dear God I Wanna Take A Minute Quotes & Sayings

These lives we lived were a gift and precious and so short. I wanted to spend my time authentically, surrounded by people I truly loved. — Rachel Higginson

I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do ... — John Geddes

Take courage. We walk in the wilderness today and in the Promised Land tomorrow — Dwight L. Moody

There's only one thing I hate more than lying... Skim milk. which is water that's lying about being milk. Ron Swanson. — Ron Swanson

Vamps were homebodies - high-maintenance, party-till-you-die, don't-look-at-me-funny-or-I'll-kill-you homebodies, but homebodies nevertheless. — Kim Harrison

Hatred of Judaism is at bottom hatred of Christianity. — Sigmund Freud

My proposal happens to be very mainstream. — Noam Chomsky

I could see where I'd mistaken drama and conflict for life, which meant years of living reactively instead of generatively, a life I let be determined by circumstances and the choices of others. We like to think life happens to us, but pretty much everything in your life is there because you wanted it, even if unconsciously. Results, I have learned, don't lie. — Claire Fontaine

Nobody ever starts out to make a mediocre, commercial film. You always think it's going to be something. And then, once you're done with your shooting, you have no control. You're just done, as an actor. — Janeane Garofalo

Music loud, I can't help but wiggle a bit and I think that movement finds its way into the paintings ... I can see it in the strokes. — Laura Harris

It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed. — Horace

She had been an untamed mestiza of the so-called shopkeeper aristocracy: seductive, rapacious, brazen, with a hunger in her womb that could have satisfied an entire barracks. In a few short years, however, she had been erased from the world by her abuse of fermented honey and cacao tablets. Her Gypsy eyes were extinguished and her wits dulled, she shat blood and vomited bile, her sirens body became as bloated and coppery as a three-day-old corpse, and she broke wind in pestilential explosions that startled the mastiffs. She almost never left her bedroom, and when she did she was nude or wearing a silk tunic with nothing underneath, which made her seem more naked than if she wore nothing at all. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez