Ertharin Cousins Quotes & Sayings

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling. — Jeffrey Eugenides

The more you give, the better you become. — Renzo Gracie

It may make me a bastard and a total pervert, but even if she is seventeen, underage and way, way too young, I am afraid I won't be able to let her go. — Aria Cole

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts. — Jean Cocteau

I like sitting at outdoor restaurants; it would be nice to go someplace on the street and not worry about somebody taking my picture while I'm about to take a bite of something. — Ellen DeGeneres

Only in the early twentieth century, after years in the Protestant melting pot, was the theological concept of "Land of Israel" finally converted and refined into a clearly geonational concept. Settlement Zionism borrowed the term from the rabbinical tradition in part to displace the term "Palestine, — Shlomo Sand

Who except God can give you peace? Has the world ever been able to satisfy the heart? — Gerard Majella

The more you can increase fear of drugs, crime, welfare mothers, immigrants and aliens, the more you control all of the people. — Noam Chomsky

"It wasn't a ruse. Everything I said is true."
He huffs and attempts a glare. But underneath, I see the same doubt and vulnerability I heard in his voice when he sent me to the train without him. I also see something more: a damaged and enchanted fairy who pushed aside his selfishness and faced the bandersnatch for me, who looked a train dead-on, who put himself between Jeb and Sister Two, and who saved my dad from having his life sucked away.
I'm overwhelmed with compassion and gratitude and another emotion I don't dare put a name to. I have to convince him that there's a place for him in my heart, too.
Just not yet.
I glance at the wings covering me, at his body, immovable in front of me, then rise up on tiptoe and take his smooth face in both my hands. He tenses for an instant - suspicious - but relaxes slowly, each muscle surrendering bit by bit as I stroke his jaw. — A.G. Howard