Fatuity Def Quotes & Sayings

I am thinking of those strange moments when unexpectedly a kind of second sight like a deceptive memory seems suddenly to give us glimpses of many earlier lives. — Erich Maria Remarque

I can cook; but not well. I figure I have six years until my children discover what their friends' mothers make for dinner. — Jane Pauley

I have been given a list of 35 white farmers in Mashonaland West alone. We say no to whites owning our land, and they should go ... They can own companies and apartments ... but not the soil. It is ours, and that message should ring loud and clear in Britain and the United States. — Robert Mugabe

Our words must seem to be inevitable. — William Butler Yeats

Endorsed by Bob Jones, despite calling Mormonism a "cult". — Mitt Romney

It is better to have God over your shoulder, than carry the world alone on your back. — Anthony Liccione

(W)hen you cover up strange things, they never go away completely, do they? — Neal Shusterman

The past gathered out of the darkness where it stayed, and the dead raised themselves to live before him; and the past and the dead flowed into the present among the alive, so that he had for an intense instant a vision of denseness into which he was compacted and from which he could not escape, and had no wish to escape. Tristan, Iseult the fair, walked before him; Paolo and Francesca whirled in the glowing dark; Helen and bright Paris, their faces bitter with consequence, rose from the gloom. And he was with them in a way that he could never be with his fellows who went from class to class. — John Edward Williams

Love is essentially a much simpler phenomenon
it becomes complicated, corrupted or obstructed by an unequal balance of power. — Shulamith Firestone

I'd been dominant because I knew myself, and in knowing myself, I had the confidence to bind and hit and hurt, because I'd know when to stop. — C.D. Reiss

My grandmother lived a remarkable life. She watched her nation fall to pieces; and even when she became collateral damage, she believed in the power of the human spirit. She gave when she had nothing; she fought when she could barely stand; she clung to tomorrow when she couldn't find footing on the rock ledge of yesterday. She was a chameleon, slipping into the personae of a privileged young girl, a frightened teen, a dreamy novelist, a proud prisoner, an army wife, a mother hen. She became whomever she needed to be to survive, but she never let anyone else define her.
By anyone's account, her existence had been full, rich, important - even if she chose not to shout about her past, but rather to keep it hidden. It had been nobody's business but her own; it was still nobody's business. — Jodi Picoult

Day One: Still tired from the move. — Steven Wright