Gertenbach Artist Quotes & Sayings

He's not dead, Parker." He clenched his jaw so hard she could see the muscles working in it.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I'm saying it to make myself feel better. — Matt Forbeck

It would be nice to believe that we humans were designed to love everyone unconditionally. Nice, but rather unlikely from an evolutionary perspective. Parochial love - love within groups - amplified by similarity, a sense of shared fate, and the suppression of free riders, may be the most we can accomplish. — Jonathan Haidt

Don't you love it when the ending makes you smile? — Julie Richards

Once the intimacy has gone, however well you may get on, however friendly you may become, it is hard to believe it was ever there. — Jane Green

I'm an openly gay man playing an omnisexual hero, who is loved on both sides of the Atlantic. How could I not be proud of that? — John Barrowman

Blackberry Beauty has all eyes on her.
She slowly raises her head and smiles at the onlookers.
Her walk is still graceful and delicate.
Her voice is still a whisper.

She says, "I am the beautiful Blackberry. I was made to be way too dark because I am ripe. My beauty comes from my blackberry skin and your ugliness comes from your unripe ones. — Sandra Proto

Manhattan can act as a giant suction cup, sucking you into its folds. The city breeds no wimps and makes no apologies. — Kate Rockland

Why are we, the most medicalized of societies, a culture in pain? — Marni Jackson

Like my father, like most actors, I was a pretty ambitious guy. — Michael Douglas

The people of Oklahoma deserve better. We deserve leadership that's willing and unafraid to take a public stand against bigotry and bullying. — Lynn Schusterman

Evening prayer
I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair,
Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs,
My neck and gut both bent, while in the air
A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs.
Like steaming dung within an old dovecote
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
And then, when I have swallowed down my Dreams
In thirty, forty mugs of beer, I turn
To satisfy a need I can't ignore,
And like the Lord of Hyssop and of Myrrh
I piss into the skies, a soaring stream
That consecrates a patch of flowering fern. — Arthur Rimbaud

I don't try to control my days. — Paulo Coelho