Distendiran Quotes & Sayings

With 'swift-boating' now being used by the ignorant as a synonym for false charges, it's worth remembering that it was John Kerry who had to retract his statement about his secret Christmas mission to Cambodia, despite it having allegedly been 'seared, seared' into his memory. — Glenn Reynolds

When the dream that was no longer can be, you have to dream a different dream. — Christina Rasmussen

Twitter, checking in on the world, and I see a tweet from some motherhood site. It says: "Sleeplessness is a badge of honor for moms." What? A badge of honor? Right then and there, my hair catches — Shonda Rhimes

A reason for using public transport that I've never heard mentioned before is the added time for thinking.
By driving, you, and everyone else who is driving, are wasting valuable time that could have been used for thinking.
For a single person that might not be much or significant, but across the population it could mean the difference between tens or even hundreds of years of advancement difference by just taking the bus rather than driving. — Rosen Topuzov

You'd be the exception, you know. With you, it would be real, not an escape. — L.B. Simmons

Everything that God sends us is beautiful, even though we may not understand it - and we only need to give it some proper thought to see that what God gives is just sheer happiness; the suffering is what we add to it. — Adalbert Stifter

The long road has drained me of all feelings and expectations. I don't feel a thing or expect anything now. — Mahmoud Darwish

I don't remember getting out of the elevator and going through the lobby. Everything is becoming increasingly foggy. I just find myself standing in front of the hotel all of a sudden.
A Blue and white car stops in front of me. Numbly, I open the back door and slide into the seat.
"Can I help you" the dark haired driver asks, swiveling his head to look at me.
"I need to get home to Hidden Cove."
"Lady, this isn't a cab"
Oh. Great.
"Sorry', I mutter, quickly sliding back out.
This time I make sure the car says cab on it before I get in. — Nicole Christie

suddenly the window flew open, swung back and forth on its hinges, as if something was about to come in, and she waited in dread for what that something might be. — Edna O'Brien

Touch your breast,Hellen," he commanded as he pressed a finger inside her and stroked the tight velvet passageway of her sex."I want to see you squeeze your nipples as I suckle your clit."
"Oh,gods,"she moaned, grasping her breast as her hips swung forward and back. — Laura Wright

How does she do it? She makes it sound like she is so cut up to be giving them this information, and it's all just bumph out of her head. She never told them ANYTHING. I don't think she's given them the right name of any airfield in Britain except Mainsend and Buscot, which of course were where she was stationed. They could have easily checked. It's all so close to truth, and so glib
her aircraft identification is rather good considering what a fuss she makes about it. It makes me think of the first day I met her, giving those directions in German. So cool and crisp, such authority
suddenly she really was a radio operator, a German radio operator, she was so good at faking it. Or when I told her to be Jamie, how she just suddenly turned into Jamie.
This confession of hers is rotten with error ... — Elizabeth Wein

Along the way, he or she discovers that the world has been broken for as long as anyone can remember. Everyone, sooner or later, gets a thorough schooling in brokenness.
The question becomes what to do with the pieces? — Michael Chabon

When I was born, there was a very isolated idea of what it meant to be a man or a woman, and you belonged to one gender or the other. — Javier Bardem

Knowledge is not wisdom: cleverness is not, not without awareness of our death, not without recalling just how brief our flare is. He who overreaches will, in his overreaching, lose what he possesses, betray what he has now. That which is beyond us, which is greater than the human, the unattainably great, is for the mad, or for those who listen to the mad, and then believe them. — Euripides