Dry Neal Shusterman Quotes & Sayings

No imaginary judgments of form, The clouds Butterfat — Jack Kerouac

and let me remember that my courage is a wild dog; it won't just come when I call it, I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can. — Ze Frank

Fitzgerald could take care of herself. Chapter 3 For the third morning in a row, Maggie was awakened by the sound of men and machinery outside her windows. — Nora Roberts

I always want to make Strokes records and play Strokes shows. — Julian Casablancas

To me, when I think of New Age, I think of crystals and rainbows and platitudes. — Marianne Williamson

The will's operation is quite distinct from the will's feeling: By its operation, which is love, the will is united with God and terminates in him, and not by the feeling and gratification of its appetite that remains in the soul and goes no further. The feelings only serve as stimulants to love, if the will desires to pass beyond them; and they serve for no more. Thus the delightful feelings do not of themselves lead the soul to God, but rather cause it to become attached to delightful feelings. But the operation of the will, which is the love of God, concentrates the affection, joy, plea sure, satisfaction, and love of the soul only on God, leaving aside all things and loving him above them all. — San Juan De La Cruz

There are some who speak well and write badly. For the place and the audience warm them, and draw from their minds more than they think of without that warmth. — Blaise Pascal

There is no style in dieting but we become beautiful when we change our style of living. — Debasish Mridha

In an essay, you have the outcome in your pocket before you set out on your journey, and very rarely do you make an intellectual or psychological discovery. But when you write fiction, you don't know where you are going - sometimes down to the last paragraph - and that is the pleasure of it. — Cynthia Ozick

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score. — Eugenio Montejo

The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup. — Rumi

When you get to be older, and the concerns of the day have all been attended to, and you turn to the inner life - well, if you don't know where it is or what it is, you'll be sorry. — Joseph Campbell

They're called "better halves" for a reason, I guess. You can't have one half that's worse than you. It'd be a disaster. — Skyla Madi

I love you," he says, though once he's done it I can see he isn't happy with it. He shakes his head and clicks his fingers, then puts his hand on his chest as he makes the declaration. "I love you."
"The second one," I tell him, mainly because the second one gave me goose bumps. "Definitely."
"Or I could do it on one knee? Maybe add a bit of poetry? My love is a rare rose that blooms at the sight of you ... " he offers, but of course we're both trying not to laugh now. Something as terrifying as love, and somehow I'm relaxed enough to laugh. "But that's not really me, right? If I was going to go with the honest version, it'd be more like this: my love is like a giant rampaging mutant from another dimension, intent on actually ingesting you in case you had any ideas about running away. — Charlotte Stein