Evtushenko Reads Quotes & Sayings

That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around. — Haruki Murakami

when life throws you a curveball, you will end up saying, "God, what are You doing to me?" We end up blaming God, as opposed to allowing the goodness of God to navigate us through the situation. — Chris Gore

Time heals.
No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face. — Karen Marie Moning

Excusing himself for this taint of industry on the ground that the one advantage of having coal was that it enabled a gentleman to afford the decency of burning wood on his own hearth. — Oscar Wilde

If there were no God the Father, there could be no brotherhood of man. — Russell Kirk

The van started as John had promised, and it sounded good, but was about as useless as tits on a turtle if we couldn't get out of the garage. — Mark Tufo

I cry a lot, and I have no problem with that at all. Listening to your emotions is part of being alive. — Sam Worthington

The afflicted are almost upon them. The air is a din of hypersonic bursts, snarls and empty shell casings. But still I hear him. As his people start to fall. As his pistol clicks empty. As he rises with only his knuckles left between him and the sheer brutality of mathematics. As the music swells above the carnage, still I hear him breathe the words. "Tell them I was thinking of them. At the end." They pile onto him. All snarls and teeth and fists. But as he falls, I am holding his hand. Easing him into his long good night. "I will tell them, David." The last words he will ever hear. 'I promise. — Amie Kaufman

Back in grade school, my shrinks tried to channel my viciousness into a constructive outlet, so I cut things with scissors. Heavy, cheap fabrics Diane bought by the bolt. I sliced through them with old metal shears going up and down: hateyouhateyouhateyou. The soft growl of the fabrics as I sliced it apart, and that perfect last moment, when your thumb is getting sore and your shoulders hurt from hunching and cut, cut, cut ... free, the fabric now swaying in two pieces in your hands, a curtain parted. And then what? That's how I felt now, like I'd been sawing away at something and come to the end and here I was by myself again, in my small house with no job, no family, and I was holding two ends of fabric and didn't know what to do next. — Gillian Flynn