Dilated Peoples Best Quotes & Sayings

I show off - I'm a very good show off. It's what I do, it's what I'm good at. — Robbie Williams

It is not right that everyone should read the pages which follow; only a few will be able to savour this bitter fruit with impunity. Consequently, shrinking soul, turn on your heels and go back before penetrating further into such uncharted, perilous wastelands. Listen well to what I say: turn on your heels and go back, not forward,[ ... ] — Comte De Lautreamont

I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness ... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream. — Lauren Oliver

You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live. — Catherynne M Valente

I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime. — Oscar Wilde

When your world's become one person, how do you prepare to let her go? How do you get over someone you know you'll never forget? — Katie Kacvinsky

The automatic waffle machine emitted a piercing electronic beep, signaling it wanted to be turned over. Seamus reached out and flipped it. The Four were standing at the complimentary breakfast bar of their hotel in Coeur d'Alene. None of the others had ever seen an automatic self-serve waffle machine before, and so Seamus was giving them an impromptu demo of the best that America had to offer. "I'm — Neal Stephenson

A thing is never seen as it really is. — Josef Albers

I love discovering tiny streets. — Michelle Dockery

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower. — Cormac McCarthy