Farrah Moan Quotes & Sayings

I wanted to get you flowers but none of the flower shops are open at this hour. I checked six all-night variety stores before finding any at all and this was the best of the-"
"They're lovely," Rachel interrupted as she took the flowers. Limp and sad-looking as they were, they truly were lovely to Rachel. They represented hope, and she accepted them gladly, offering a shy smile as she lifted them to her face and sniffed the delicate bouquet of- "Salami?"
They were kept in the deli fridge," he muttered, looking embarrassed. — Lynsay Sands

Impossible loves. I am very much afraid they can become an addiction. — Cesare Borgia

I have always heard the sacred voice. Now I know it is the voice of God. — Lailah Gifty Akita

[On lightweight movies:] Fun movies. They were never meant to cure cancer, only to take away the mind. — Whoopi Goldberg

When the preacher says it's for better or worse, you're so blinded by the possibility of better you fail to see the reality of worse. — Bette Lee Crosby

Esmeralda, don't blame your brother for his girlfriend's lack of wits, Sam admonished. — L.D. Davis

I swear, the best things come to me by accident! Or should I say, effortless destiny? — C. JoyBell C.

Not knowing trauma or experiencing or remembering it in a dissociative way is not a passive shutdown of perception or of memory. Not knowing is rather an active, persistent, violent refusal; an erasure, a destruction of form and of representation. The fundamental essence of the death instinct, the instinct that destroys all psychic structure is apparent in this phenomenon. . . . The death drive is against knowing and against the developing of knowledge and elaborating [it]. — Dori Laub

Sunday morning church service is not an enormous priority; spending time with other believers is. — Donald Miller

Being green and clean is not just an aspiration but an action. — Christine Pelosi

I can't raise the bar of others if I haven't raised the bar for myself. — John C. Maxwell

Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow. — David Mitchell

There is something like a switch in us that kills the individual in favor of the collective when people engage in communal dances, mass riots, or war. Your mood is now that of the herd. You are part of what Elias Canetti calls the rhythmic and throbbing crowd — Nassim Nicholas Taleb