Heyecanlaninca Quotes & Sayings

It smelled like Lysol and desperation. — Rachel Caine

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue. — Lord Byron

There are two things that come very easily to me: rooting for New York sports teams and making mistakes. — Harvey Weinstein

One of the billions of things I love about Beyonce: The harder she tries to come on crazy, the less crazy she sounds. — Rob Sheffield

Every coercive monopoly was created by government intervention into the economy: by special privileges, such as franchises or subsidies, which closed the entry of competitors into a given field, by legislative action. — Ayn Rand

We say then, that Christianity is adapted to the intellect, because its spirit coincides with that of true philosophy; because it removes the incubus of sensuality and low vice; because of the place it gives to truth; because it demands free inquiry; because its mighty truths and systems are brought before the mind in the same way as the truths and systems of nature; because it solves higher problems than nature can; and because it is so communicated as to be adapted to every mind. — Mark Hopkins

As a species we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion? — Stephen King

I for one don't need a supreme "sacred" arbiter in order to be a moral being. — Salman Rushdie

It's not the disability that defines you; it's how you deal with the challenges the disability presents you with. — Jim Abbott

Jeb releases my fingers and cups my face in his hands, barely touching me, like I'm breakable. "It's me I'm losing control of. Hundreds of sketches, and I still can't get enough of your face." He traces the dimple in my chin with his thumb. "Your neck." His palm moves along my throat. "Your ... " Both hands find my waist and drag me off the table so we're standing toe to toe. " I'm not wasting another second drawing you," he whispers against my lips, "when I can touch you instead." He presses his mouth to mine. — A.G. Howard