Expore Quotes & Sayings

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms. — Munia Khan

She didn't know their names, but friends she knew they were, friends without names, songs without words, always the best. — Virginia Woolf

We have so many words for states of mind, and so few words for the states of the body. — Jeanne Moreau

All I know is a door into the dark — Seamus Heaney

Lust and flirting are dangerous because at first they are not noticeable. — Sunday Adelaja

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night
his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell. — Anais Nin

Suddenly, she doesn't want to die. She has no real reason not to, no sudden revelation, except that it's equally pointless to die as not to die. Why doesn't she die? She lives because she's meant to live, because she's already alive and it's comparatively easy to stay that way. She lives because, even though she doesn't know what it is, there must be a reason why she's here in the first place. She lives because either she's not as brave as all the dead girls who've gone before her, or she's actually braver - it's hard to tell. — A.M. Homes

It's hard to leave the only place you've known. — Lois Lowry

In response to a letter regarding the writer's lack of religious belief:
The lack of faith is not doubt. It is certainty. — Abigail Van Buren

They had a silent staring contest, but Percy didn't back down. When he and Annabeth started dating, his mother had drummed it into his head: It's good manners to walk your date to the door. If that was true, it had to be good manners to walk her to the start of her epic solo death quest. — Rick Riordan

If you are going to become limitless, you must summon the explorer within you. — Lorii Myers

The Greek in me wanted to know what it felt like to pull an oar. The intellectual wondered about how to get eight individuals to move to the same beat. The athlete wanted to check what has been described as the ultimate workout. The romantic craved seeing if the quirkiness of the sport - there is after all, little practical value to oarsmanship in the postindustrial age - stirred his blood. — Barry S. Strauss