Glossier Makeup Quotes & Sayings

I must look for the Lord's reflection in the sea; otherwise all I see is water. — Matt Rogers

We don't have to be blood to be family. — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock

There's no connection between consumption of art and moral stamina at all. — Aleksandar Hemon

Early in my childhood, when I was about six or seven, I began to get the feeling that there was something different about me. — Eric Clapton

He'd have to tell the Mage what he saw.
I've finally seen the Humdrum, sir.
I know what we're fighting
me.
'What's left of you.' the monster had
said.
What is left of me? Simon wondered.
A ghost? A hole? An echo?
An angry little boy with nervous
hands? — Rainbow Rowell

Tell her how much all the little things she does all year long that seem to go unnoticed really mean to you." With a $2.59 card. Mother's Day is built on that idea. — Shonda Rhimes

I mean, Jane Wyman did a lot of silly parts for years and then all of a sudden went serious and was tremendous. — Cleo Moore

One might almost say that the history of geographical discovery, properly so called, begins with Captain Cook, the motive of whose voyages was purely scientific curiosity. — Joseph Jacobs

Well, that's just all kinds of creepy," Puck muttered at my side, giving the doll a look of alarm. "If you see any clowns, do me a favor and don't point them out, okay? i'd rather live without the nightmares."
I was about to snap at him for putting the thought of killer clown dolls in my head ... — Julie Kagawa

Those who got the twentieth century right, whether in anticipation [..] or as contemporary observations, had to be able to imagine a world for which there was no precedent. — Tony Judt

Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except ... me? — Alan Moore

discursive regimes of the late eighteenth century drew the figure of man into the sand, and even if he manages to survive the etching, typing, and storing of the late nineteenth-century analog media, he is certain to disappear with the compression of that sand into silicon. — Geoffrey Winthrop-Young