Flleskore Quotes & Sayings

Stop calling me 'babe'. It's demeaning. I'm not a babe, I'm a woman — Kristen Ashley

I raised that kid like I was running an egg-and-spoon race through a minefield, and he was the egg. — Jonathan Lethem

Girls use social media in all kinds of ways. They use it to have friendships. They use it to be playful with each other, to make each other laugh. — Nancy Jo Sales

Marx is only anti-capitalist
in so far as capitalism is out of date. Another order must be established which will demand, in the name of
history, a new conformity. As for the means, they are the same for Marx as for Maistre: political realism,
discipline, force. — Albert Camus

You know, a landscape painter's day is delightful. You get up early, at three o'clock in the morning, before sunrise; you go and sit under a tree; you watch and wait. At first there is nothing much to be seen. Nature looks like a whitish canvas with a few broad outlines faintly sketched in; all is misty, everything quivers in the cool dawn breeze. The sky lights up. The sun has not yet burst through the gauze veil that hides the meadow, the little valley, the hill on the horizon ... Ah, a first ray of sunshine! — Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

Bloggers now have no concept. They are given things; they put them on, take pictures, and then just disappear from sight. Who cares? — Franca Sozzani

All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. — Alexander Trocchi

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own. — Cassandra Clare

I'm at Lance's front door. Let me in." "What? How did you know I was here?" "Because I'm psychic, and Instagram is my oracle. Now let me in. You are seriously interfering with my weekly orgasm quota right now. — Helena Hunting

A goal is a planned event — Hyrum W. Smith

When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see. — Patricia McCormick