Hatethrall Quotes & Sayings

I would kind of, you know, go stand next to some unlucky guy and say eventually, Hi, I'm George. You know, I'm with The New Yorker. I'm a liberal. I'm somewhat left of Gandhi. Do you want to talk? And, you know, they always did. — George Saunders

I don't want to believe my own hype. — Christina Aguilera

Do you believe in bravery?
I like to see it anywhere, in animals, birds, reptiles, humans.
Why?
Why? It makes me feel good. It's a matter of style in the face of no chance at all. — Charles Bukowski

I have a long history in fighting for civil rights. I understand that many people in the African-American community may not understand that. — Bernie Sanders

I'm grateful to her. This habit women have - a role Helen often claimed not to want - of telling me what I'm feeling. Tremendously helpful. Like having an interpreter at hand to translate you to yourself. — Jill Dawson

It was an unfamiliar feeling, waking up with a place to go, a place I was actually beginning to comprehend and face without a sense of terror.
More than that, I was even questioning the assumption that I was, in my bones, a scared and anxious and miserable person. It felt like the days were almost supernaturally good, that I could wake up without the usual wave of terror, that the days were admixed with some foreign substance dripping into them, some animating essence, like the dragonborn races of Endoria, dragonborn days. I felt like I'd stumbled on one of the open secrets of the world. Why hadn't I realized before that being a grown-up could be anything you wanted it to be? — Austin Grossman

The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within ... could this influence be durable in its original purity and force, it is impossible to predict the greatness of the result; but when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline; and the most glorious poetry that has been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet. — Percy Bysshe Shelley