Eero Aarnio Quotes & Sayings

She seemed fixed into a trance when he laid her down, his hand bracing her head as he smothered her in kisses. — Amanda Lance

I don't really hang out with people. I like to be by myself. In fact, I've been arrested a few times because I like to walk around at two or three in the morning, looking at shop windows. The cops take me to the station and fingerprint me. But I wouldn't call that hanging out. — Emo Philips

I can't be in touch with the Now, so now I'm feeling guilty about not being in touch with the Now. — Anonymous

Kids expected adults to show up in this part of their world. Because they were comfortable with us, introductions to their friends seemed natural. — Mark H. Senter III

Unless we place our religion and our treasure in the same thing, religion will always be sacrificed. — Epictetus

Anyone who knows how scary it is to be alone, can't help loving others." ~Rin Sohma — Natsuki Takaya

A good poem is a tautology. It expands one word by adding a number which clarify it, thus making a new word which has never before been spoken. The seedword is always so ordinary that hardly anyone perceives it. Classical odes grow from and or because, romantic lyrics from but and if. Immature verses expand a personal pronoun ad nauseam, the greatest works bring glory to a common verb. Good poems, therefore, are always close to banality, over which, however, they tower like precipices. — Alasdair Gray

When I'm doing a drawing, I'm personifying the place that is empty. A place that is unmarked. — Jim Denevan

I don't think 'pop' should mean that you had no talent. — Grace Jones

Children enter school as question marks and leave as periods. — Neil Postman

We sit on park benches and beaches and couches and hilltops, listening and dreaming seemingly to no particular purpose. But isn't it often the case that when we cease to move and think, we see and hear and understand a great deal? — Brian Doyle

And he'd railed at her, his voice booming so loud the bed had seem to shake. "You canna do this - take my goddamned heart and then leave me! You think I will no' follow?"
She knew he was constantly there, was aware of his movement and comprehended his words, but she couldn't seem to open her heavy eyelids or speak.
At night, he would wrap his body around hers, keeping her warm, whispering against her hair, "You enjoy being contrary. Then prove them all wrong and get better." He'd clutched her hip, then balled his fist there. — Kresley Cole