Four Hands Sofa Quotes & Sayings

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud. — Rosa Luxemburg

I feel very strongly that 'curves' are natural, womanly and real. — Kate Winslet

If you want only one woman, the rest is just noise. — Kristen Callihan

Now, we are becoming the men we wanted to marry. Once, women were trained to marry a doctor, not be one. — Gloria Steinem

The ultimate purpose of religious life is to make this evolution move in a direction far more important to the destiny of the ego than the moral health of the social fabric which forms his present environment. — Muhammad Iqbal

Some people write a thank you note for a gift, and it's three pages long, and some people write a thank you note, and it's five sentences - that's me. I like to pare away words because I don't want to waste anyone's time. — Bill Callahan

When Reiko left, I stretched out on the sofa and closed my eyes. I lay there steeping myself into silence when, out of nowhere, I thought of the time Kizuki and I took a motorcycle trip. That had been autumn too, I realized. Autumn how many years ago? Yes, four years ago. I recalled the small of Kizuki's leather jacket and the racket made by that red Yamaha 125cc bike. We went to a spot far down the coast, and came back the same evening, exhausted. Nothing special happened on that trip, but I remembered it well. the sharp autumn wind moaned in my ears, and looking up at the sky, my hands clutching Kizuki's jacket, I felt as if I might be swept into outer space. — Haruki Murakami

Fashion should be fun and accessible. — Anna Sui

Look at yourself right now. You're half dead from blood loss, and you're out shopping. These disguises look great, but that's all they are: thin sheets of maybe standing between you and trouble. — Kim Harrison

In a day when, if you insulted a man it might cost you your life, you were probably more civil. — Patrick O'Brian

The quick Dreams, The passion-winged Ministers of thought. — Percy Bysshe Shelley