Dertlerine Quotes & Sayings

Seriousness is for fools and poor destitute families who have lived their entire lives on spam. — Jason Krumbine

With some of the bad things that come with love, there's also a lot of good. For example that connection ... which I struggle to have with most people. — Lana Del Rey

Love so pure, love so noble! — Lailah Gifty Akita

One thing you can't pretend to be is funny. — Cynthia Lewis

Pray, and let God worry. — Martin Luther

It was a lame excuse, and I knew that wasn't the reason he was canceling. If he wanted to avoid me, I would have preferred he made up something about how he and the other guardians had to up Moroi security or practice top-secret ninja moves. — Richelle Mead

Marriage is something I'd recommend everyone to try, if you find the right person, of course. — Vidya Balan

Epistrophe is the trope of obsession. It's the trope of emphasizing one point again and again. And it's the trope of not being able to escape that one conclusion, which is one of the reasons that songs are so suited to the idea of obsessive love, political certainty and other such unhealthy ideas. You can't reason in an epistrophic pop song. You can't seriously consider the alternatives, because the structure dictates that you'll always end up at the same point, thinking about the same girl and giving peace a chance. — Mark Forsyth

We are increasing our efforts to attract the right kind of foreign investors through our various agencies. — Hassanal Bolkiah

Good service can save a bad meal, but there is no level of food that can save bad service. — Alton Brown

If these town gods can't detect the thieves who steal from their own temples, it's hardly likely they'll tell me who stole my spade. — Aesop

I live in a Moomin house in East London which I fill with blankets and nice crockery and get people round for dinner. When you travel a lot, you feel rootless and adrift - this is my sanctuary, where I can breathe out. — Bat For Lashes

When I first met Billy I thought about sucking his eyes right out of their sockets. They're like turquoise gum drops. — Jo Treggiari

Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons. — May Sarton

Echo's breathing hitches when I slide my thumb along a smaller scar. She likes that spot. I've memorized it. A centimeter below the crook of her elbow. Her skin is sensitive there, and when I kiss it, Echo normally falls apart and nearly shatters.
I gently press my lips behind her ear, and Echo nudges closer to me. "Why, Echo?"
"Because."
I nip at her earlobe, and she shivers. "Because why?"
Her shoulder moves under my body. A half shrug maybe. "It makes me feel better."
Fuck that. "Why?"
A kiss on her neck. A long one. A lingering one. God damn, Echo tastes so good. Her skin is soft and tempting. But I want answers.
"Because sometimes I want to blend in."
I raise my head and stare straight into her eyes, spotting the plain honesty. What she doesn't understand is that she could never blend in. Blazing red hair. Bright emerald eyes. The most beautiful girl in the world. She'd turn heads regardless of a sweater. — Katie McGarry