Farata Quotes & Sayings

I'm still out there. In my head. I have to sort it out or I'll never come home. — Greg Bear

I hadn't known until now, but I saw it, felt it. I came here for her. Because it didn't matter whether I had lived in another realm for years that I thought were mere days. It didn't matter that I had tasted fairy fruit, fallen in love and broken a heart. Some bonds were impervious to all manner of experience. And the truth was that, no matter what happened, we were sisters. — Roshani Chokshi

One professor in college told me flat out I wasn't good enough to enter the creative writing program. I saved that letter and promised myself I would send it back to her when my first book came out. — Ellen Potter

I think that the Internet - and I do love the free flow of ideas on the 'Net - is like the wild west of the information world. — Vince McMahon

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it. — Gary Hume

When I am in nature, my heart dances with butterflies and sings along with flowers. — Debasish Mridha

All theology represents an intellectual rationalization of the possession of sacred values... Every theology... presupposes that the world must have a meaning, and the question is how to interpret this meaning so that it is intellectually conceivable. — Max Weber

Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth. — Blaise Pascal

There may be no book on the mothers of poets, or artists in general, but it might one day be written and would be, I think, an enlightening read. — Alexander McCall Smith

We? I asked.
Of course. I'm not leaving you alone on this, no matter what. You know I'd never abandon you. — Richelle Mead

Everything he's done is clean as a whistle. He's never not only broken any law, he's never done anything wrong. — Chris Matthews

The lesson of a love that should display itself easily in spoken word and open look was one Marilla could never learn. But she had learned to love this slim, gray-eyed girl with an affection all the deeper and stronger from its very undemonstrativeness. Her love made her afraid of being unduly indulgent, indeed. She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her. — L.M. Montgomery

Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power. — Michael Ondaatje