Doughnut Love Quotes & Sayings

I walk through the glass doors and into the lobby, which is floor-to-ceiling glass and steel. This fascinates me to no end, because buildings back in Portland are made of grass and mud. — Fanny Merkin

I write to understand what I know. — Kamand Kojouri

I meditate
So that I can inundate
My entire being
With the omnipotent power of peace. — Sri Chinmoy

It is a strange phenomenon, how absence is the only authentic vessel of the past, how otherwise it is forgotten, overlooked for its continuity and perdurability - every sensory detail of the past breathes through its emptiness the way the light of a match illuminates the darkness; otherwise all is darkness, all is presence, everything in its place and thus unnoticed, whereas the past is missing, the part cut out of the photograph, the part the present attempts to seal over with the future, seeking to close the hole, pandering to the illusion of movement and change when in reality all of life is in flux, particle for particle, atom for atom, void for void, thought for thought. — John M. Keller

The eye, though small, sees remarkable things.
The ear, though small, hears remarkable things.
The hand, though small, carries remarkable things.
The foot, though small, transports remarkable things.
The tongue, though small, utters remarkable things.
The mind, though small, perceives remarkable things.
The heart, though small, contains remarkable things.
The soul, though small, experiences remarkable things. — Matshona Dhliwayo

They are as they are because they live in the light, the gunslinger thought suddenly. That light of civilization you were taught to adore above all other things. They live in a world which has not moved on. — Stephen King

They use the M as an anchor to get the doughnut and then there's an escalator to nowhere. — Gemma Burgess

You learn to live with it, with them. Because they do stay with you, even if they're not living, breathing people any more.
It's not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you, and makes you want to cry in the wrong places, and get irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead.
It's just something you learn to accommodate.
Like adapting around a hole. I don't know. It's like you become ... a doughnut instead of a bun — Jojo Moyes

Default is not in our stars, but in ourselves. — Paul Krugman

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus. — John Keats

Page 117 Sam says "You learn to live with it, with them. Because they do stay with you, even if they're not living, breathing people anymore. It's not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you and makes you want to cry in the wrong places and irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead. It's just something you learn to accommodate. Like adapting around a hole. I don't know. It's like you become ... a doughnut instead of a bun." page 117 — Jojo Moyes

The game was played hard in those days, Mr.King, with plenty of fuck-you. — Stephen King

Fear lives in the head. And courage lives in the heart. The job is to get from one to the other." "And between the two is the lump in the throat, — Louise Penny

When we get to the end of ourselves, we get to the beginning of God. — Alan Redpath

Like a lost satellite, I hovered close to your orbit, knowing that at any moment I might succumb to your gravitational pull and willingly burn inside your atmosphere. — A.J. Garces

Is it possible that I am not alone in believing that in the dispute between Galileo and the Church, the Church was right and the centre of man's universe is the earth? — Stephen Vizinczey

If I am ever obscure in my expressions, do not fancy that therefore I am deep. If I were really deep, all the world would understand, though they might not appreciate. The perfectly popular style is the perfectly scientific one. To me an obscurity is a reason for suspecting a fallacy. — Charles Kingsley

When I used my knife, it brought psychological relief. I know I have to be destroyed. I was a mistake of nature. — Andrei Chikatilo