Guyadera Quotes & Sayings

I paused finally and watched the trees for slashes of light, but saw none. As my heart settled and my ears became less occupied I listened and heard nothing but the thready pulse of the night. And I sensed that the hunt was over. I'd been prey and now I was not. Prey knows this. Prey knows when it has escaped. — Augusten Burroughs

My manic depression was ravaging my life, but because nobody could see it, many people thought it was a figment of my imagination. — Andy Behrman

The rewards of tomorrow are safely hidden in the belief of never quitting and not giving up on yourself today — Johnnie Dent Jr.

I think that's always very valuable: to keep the mind open to receiving all sorts of information, which can then be used in my work, but also just as a human being. — P.J. Harvey

They say I work for the angels they never said I was one — Mark Twain

I decided ... I was going to be a labor and delivery consultant. I was going to stand next to every single woman in labor and every time.. the woman's husband said something stupid like, "Just breathe through the pain," it would be my job to squeeze the living fuck out of their reproductive organs until they were curled up in the fetal position ... and I'd say "Just breathe through the pain, asshole! — Tara Sivec

David Fincher is a genius. — Chuck Palahniuk

Fate thought she was pulling us apart, when all along, she was setting the path for spectacular crash. — Nina G. Jones

He hooks a thumb in one of his belt loops and says, "How are you, Beatrice?" "Did you just call me Beatrice?" "Thought I would give it a try." He smiles. "Not good?" "Maybe on special occasions only. Initiation days, Choosing Days ... — Veronica Roth

Miss Austen had shown the infinite possibilities of ordinary and present things for the novelist. — George Saintsbury

When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good. — Cyril Tourneur

What is your name, Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters, But you wrote books and those books carry your name, said the doctor's wife, Now nobody can read them, it is as if they did not exist. — Jose Saramago