Disconsolately In A Sentence Quotes & Sayings

For here is a man who, in some sense, is desperate, in a frenzy. The world keeps disappearing, losing meaning, vanishing - and he must seek meaning, make meaning, in a desperate way, continually inventing, throwing bridges of meaning over abysses of meaninglessness, the chaos that yawns continually beneath him. — Oliver Sacks

If you do not intend to kill anybody, if you make every effort to not kill and injure anybody, that's all you really can do. You can't stop somebody from walking into a situation, and we really can't be too overly preoccupied with this. — Paul Watson

You completely consume me, Ava. I can't function without you. I'm totally addicted to you, baby. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

All human beings have needs and temptations and stresses. Men and women who have lived together over long years get to know one another's failings; but they also come to know what is worthy of respect and admiration in those they live with and in themselves. — Elizabeth Gilbert

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument — Robert Musil

You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles. — C. JoyBell C.

Life is no different than the weather. Not only is it unpredictable, but it shows us a new perspective of the world every day. — Suzy Kassem

Draven stood below the gate disrobing. Slowly, and piece by piece, he removed his sword, his surcoat, his mail armor, and then his padded aketon until there was nothing left but the wealth of tawny skin gleaming in the sunlight.
Stark naked, he walked toward the gate.
Emily bit back her tears as she understood. You asked me for proof of his feelings, Majesty. You now have it! — Kinley MacGregor

The history of a place fascinates me through the echoes and remains you learn alot — D.B. Shultz

The efficient orgasm is the most productive moment of the day, because, apocalyptically, it has wiped the slate clean, and no one will ever know about it. What are you going to do now? Most of the time you could go back to reading. Some of the time you fantasize about a ragtag group of strangers thrown together by circumstance who go on a quest for some orgasm big enough to leave them wanting something different than they wanted before.

Like what? Gross food? Ugly stuff? Feeling like crap? Not understanding anything?

All you do is lie in bed with no underwear, trying to think of something bigger and better. — Lucy Corin

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world. — George Bancroft