Frivolously Synonym Quotes & Sayings

I love Mardi Gras. I'm a street rat. — Mitch Landrieu

Baptism is the critical priesthood ordinance which opens the door to eternal life for each one of us. It is the benchmark from which we count our many blessings because this is when our accountability to follow Jesus Christ and live his Gospel begins. — Elaine L. Jack

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. — David Levithan

You want to help. That's fine but do you know how you want to help? The intent may be good, but without the way, you are lost. — Arnab Ray

I am not good. Something in Faith's head broke free, beating black wings into the sky. Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved. She did not feel hot or helpless any more. She felt the way snakes looked when they moved. — Frances Hardinge

Kind of like people. We're too lazy to change, so we'll just keep doing what we're doing until it's too late. — Wendy Wunder

I went to a public school in Oak Harbor, Ohio, and it's a very rural community. I was an artist kid, and I just didn't fit in very well. — Crystal Bowersox

There are some conversations that are undeniably improved when the rule going in is that you have to stand behind what you say and have to wear a name tag when you do it. But that's certainly not all conversations. People might be prepared to ethically stand behind what they say, but might be in a position that they can't afford to lose their house over it. Speech shouldn't just be for people with lawyers. — Jonathan Zittrain

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt. — Oscar Wilde

It wasn't perfect, none of
it.
But it was a fairytale.
And people needed to believe in
fairytales. Even flawed ones.
Maybe especially flawed ones.
And they needed to believe always. — Kristen Ashley

I think that all writers feel alienated ... I know that I do ... I still feel, as I think most creative people do, absolutely isolated. — John Le Carre

The priest read his thing. I didn't listen. There was the coffin. What had been Betty was in there. It was very hot. The sun came down in one yellow sheet. A fly circled around. Halfway through the halfway funeral two guys in working clothes came carrying my wreath. The roses were dead, dead and dying in the heat, and they leaned the thing up against a nearby tree. Near the end of the service my wreath leaned forward and fell flat on its face. Nobody picked it up. Then it was over. — Charles Bukowski

Why boast of your caste or religious community? What does it do for you in this world or in the next? Sometimes I feel like shoving into its mouth a burning faggot. For nothing I bore this cross all my life. Turning into an honorable man, I clearly saw all the trickery that lay behind the glossy of high position and noble birth. — Kabir Chowdhury