Depo Veikals Quotes & Sayings

Whose life did you touch? Who did you love, and who loved you back? — Oprah Winfrey

Nothing cuts deeper than when another person says exactly what you're afraid to say out loud. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Magicians have taken something intrinsically profound and made it look trivial. — Jamy Ian Swiss

Words have value; what is of value in words is meaning. Meaning has something it is pursuing, but the thing that it is pursuing cannot be put into words and handed down. — Zhuangzi

The result is a fragile state of political egalitarianism achieved by cooperation among creatures who are innately predisposed to hierarchical arrangements. — Jonathan Haidt

If you're a musician and an artist, you don't just stop. — Siobhan Fahey

We shall therefore compare the concept of homosexuality as heresy, prevalent in the days of the witch-hunts, with the concept of homosexuality as mental illness, prevalent today. — Thomas Szasz

No one can ever write about anything that happened to him after he was twelve years old. — Ignazio Silone

I wish my deadly foe no worse Than want of friends, and empty purse. — Nicholas Breton

An idea is our visual reaction to something seen - in real life, in our memory, in our imagination, in our dreams. — Anna Held

I'm calling the police," she said, showing him the phone in her hand.
He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. "You don't need the police."
No, of course she didn't How silly. — Linda Howard

Hervey (Weinstein) thank you for killing whoever you had to kill to get me up here today — Jennifer Lawrence

But you just said you loved me."
"I do, Mer. That's the point. I can't make you like me. I can't stand the thought of you hungry or cold or scared. I can't make you a Six. — Kiera Cass

At other times, at the edge of a wood, especially at dusk, the trees themselves would assume strange shapes: sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards, , or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night, when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out, I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once, one Christmas Eve, I saw a great naked women, standing erect, with rolling eyes; she must have been a hundred feet high, but along she drifted, growing ever longer and ever thinner, and finally fell apart, each limb remaining separate, with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver — Gustave Flaubert

Politics is my hobby. Smut is my vocation. — Larry Flynt