Gnutls Quotes & Sayings

The wee little people that live in my head won't let Gulliver go. — Stanley Victor Paskavich

... I felt each beat slowing as his breathe fell away from my world. "You're going to be okay" I lied, as blood spilled painting my fingers crimson. He stared blankly gasping for breath. My fingers never worked the same after that day. They became wild, fierce
unruly. And heart? I don't know where heart is; I think he still has her. — Coco J. Ginger

Skill in writing frees you to write what you want to write. It may also show you what you want to write. Craft enables art. — Ursula K. Le Guin

I used to do bell ringing in Benenden church. It was really good fun, actually. My best friend's dad was the local vicar, and so it was expected as her best friend that I would go to church every Sunday with her. — Jo Brand

We wear our problems diffrently — Ned Vizzini

A man should have duties outside of himself; without them, he is a mere balloon, inflated with thin egotism and drifting nowhere. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich

What must it feel like to be an adult and still discovering the world's pleasures? And — Hanya Yanagihara

Modern physics is describing what the ancient wisdom keepers of the Americas have long known. These shamans, known as 'the Earthkeepers,' say that we're dreaming the world into being through the very act of witnessing it. Scientists believe that we're only able to do this in the very small subatomic world. Shamans understand that we also dream the larger world that we experience with our senses. — Alberto Villoldo

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character. — Marcus Aurelius

Let us not mince words: The marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beauitful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful — Andre Breton

How do you even know when you're anywhere near marrying someone? Is that question about time? Or distance? — Rainbow Rowell

Life seemed to Prince Andrey a series of senseless phenomena following one another without any connection. — Leo Tolstoy