Fumos De Cor Quotes & Sayings

THE SEVEN COMMANDMENTS Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed. No animal shall drink alcohol. No animal shall kill any other animal. All animals are equal. — George Orwell

Put two men together, and they will find something to argue about. Gather them into groups, and one group will find reason to oppress or attack another. — Brandon Sanderson

SOWING LIGHTNING
Seize
Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.
They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Charge somber thoughts
With unexpected flash,
You, my lightning in the soil! — Visar Zhiti

Hux refused to pace, regarding it as a waste of energy. — Alan Dean Foster

For the sake of your health and happiness, replace the loss that causes sadness with the thanks that yields gratitude. — Charles F. Glassman

He'd sworn off sex, remember? Not unless he could do it properly, humanly, heartfully. — Dev Bentham

I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing. — Flannery O'Connor

The bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than the self ... And so at the cost of intensity he achieves his own preservation andsecurity. His harvest is a quiet mind which he prefers to being possessed by God, as he prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to that deathly inner consuming fire. — Hermann Hesse

Art is anything created by one person and enjoyed by another. — Kate Atkinson

People are trading distance for dollars. — Ray Brown

He was a rube, but he was no tourist. — Colson Whitehead

Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?"
Steppa laughs. "Folks with other things to do?"
"Like what things?"
"Jobs, I guess. Friends. Trips. Hobbies. — Emma Donoghue

Though I'm not sure, I thought I saw women dressed in black, with her head and face covered by a black veil, duck behind a tree as we approached the road and parked car. Hiding so we wouldn't see her. But I caught a glimpse, enough to reveal the rope of lustrous pearls she wore. Pearls that were there for a thin white hand to lift and nervously, out of long habit, twist and untwist into a knot. Only one women I knew did that
and she was the perfect one to wear black, and should run to hide!
Forever hide! Color all her days black! Every last one! — V.C. Andrews