Dwarrelende Quotes & Sayings

How long does it take to write a good book? All of the years that you've lived. — Edward Abbey

I knew everything! Yet, I'm still not perfect. — Kent Ian N. Cny

To write a story about New York that only deals with people in your age and socioeconomic bracket, that feels dishonest to me. So much of New York comes from everyone bumping into each other. — Josh Radnor

Here's a phrase that apparently the airlines simply made up: near miss. They say that if 2 planes almost collide, it's a near miss. Bullshit, my friend. It's a near hit! A collision is a near miss.
[WHAM! CRUNCH!]
"Look, they nearly missed!"
"Yes, but not quite. — George Carlin

I'm glad he's hungry. Not that I want him to suffer, poor chap! But then he'll enjoy eating me much more. There's a cheerful side to everything. — George Bernard Shaw

We can understand the science of what makes a heart beat, but we can never stop it from breaking. — Beth Harbison

Love is loyalty and without love then there are no trusts. — Boss

She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of. — Shiloh Walker

Only fools imagine they are already awake. How clearly they understand everything! How easily they distinguish this deception from that reality! — Zhuangzi

So what do you have to confess now?"
I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth.
"I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"What is 'this'?"
"Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing. — David Levithan

Although many people can be your helper, no one should be closer to you than your own consciousness. — Jack Weatherford

God was palpably present in the country, and the devil had gone with the world to town. — Thomas Hardy

The sine of an angle is the ratio of the lengths of the side of the triangle opposite the angle and the hypotenuse. — Keith Peters

A 7-11 parking lot beat down is how life is. — Karl Hess

There would be people answering to names they did not deserve. It would hurt to say their names. I would head upstairs and crack the seal on a jar of tomorrow's water, next week's water, next year's thin, sweet water
going as far ahead into the future as I could, until the water was barely there, clear and weak and airy
and I would commence a fine, hard drinking spell, until this whole day, and the days before it, and then the people in those days and myself entirely, and my hard, dead name turned into a slick wire that pulled farther and farther away from me, slipping finally from view as I filled myself, as I took in enough water to make myself forever new to the small world that held me. — Ben Marcus