Dragons Love Tacos Quotes & Sayings

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention. — Joan Didion

But the velocities of the velocities - the second, third, fourth, and fifth velocities, etc. - exceed, if I mistake not, all human understanding ... — George Berkeley

The goal of socialism is a fairer allocation of economic resources, which its advocates often claim will also be a less wasteful one. Socialism is about who gets the goods and how. Socialism objects to markets because markets allocate resources in ways socialists believe to be unfair on both counts: both the who and the how. — Virginia Postrel

Tenderness is a deeper instinct than seduction, which is why it is so hard to give up hope. — Michel Houellebecq

Never f*!k with the ineffable. — Terry Pratchett

Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red. — Anonymous

Being a digital photographer I'm in awe of the older generation of photographers who created all those iconic cinematic style images on film, such as Man Ray's portrait of the photographer Lee Miller. — Paul Walker

Confound the subtlety of lawyers with the subtlety of the law. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Selfishness doesn't consist in a love to yourself, but in a big degree of such love. — Aristotle.

I faced Cole and Max. "Sorry, guys."
I lightly touched the hot poker to Max's back. he screamed and ran forward. Cole looked at him with an amused smile on his lips, then I did the same thing to Cole's back, angling it under the hem of his jacket. He lurched forward.
We ran this way for several long minutes, and eventually I didn't have to prod them as much. — Brodi Ashton

How one responds in these dire circumstances says a lot about one's faith and the strength of one's beliefs. — Tim Hiller

Please don't' ask me how I feel about it. If I had to pick a word, I'd say homicidal. — Alex Adams

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all. — Jack Kerouac