Huahua Pocket Quotes & Sayings

The therapist, he thought, and it bothered him a lot more than it should have. After all, he had nothing permanent with Sophie. He just needed to touch her on a semiregular basis or he couldn't finish his sentences. — Jennifer Crusie

Dogger had once warned me to be wary of any man who introduced himself as 'Mr.' It was an honorific, he said, a mark of respect to be bestowed by others, but never, ever, under any circumstances, upon oneself. — Alan Bradley

Failures are not your own self. See to it that you are free from them. Only when you can relinquish them can you really be free and no longer assailed by them. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They were manifesting as the earth's bright-colored nerve endings, the sun's descent urging them into activity, filling them individually with life nectar, the life nectar then being passed into the world, out of each beak, in the form of that bird's distinctive song, which was, in turn, an accident of beak shape, throat shape, breast configuration, brain chemistry: some birds blessed in voice, others cursed; some squeaking, others rapturous. — George Saunders

By means of the iconic, artists express their view of reality and show their understanding of the structure of reality. They see what they know and bring this into their paintings ... They always give us more than the facts, more than the eye can see. — Hans Rookmaaker

It's true that no one is indispensable, but things aren't just right when some people are not around. — Ufuoma Apoki

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather. — John Burroughs

"Foreboding" and "ominous" is what you're striving to achieve-not mention. — Josip Novakovich

A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella. — Elizabeth Gilbert

What happens when your world ends? Your lover steals your heart ... and your father casts you out ... and you fall. — Garth Ennis

Is this about Archer? Please don't tell me you're upset about us, because ... I mean, you're dead."
She floated closer to me, until she was right in my face. At first I thought she was going to spit ectoplasm on me or something, but then I saw her lips moving again. I wasn't an expert lip-reader, but she was close enough and speaking slowly enough that I was able to make out what she said. "I told you," her pale lips mouthed, "that I'd haunt your ass."
I stared at her mouth, horrified, as she smirked. And then,just like that, she was gone. The air near my face wafted sligtly, like someone had just opened a window.
"I don't need this!" I said to the empty room. "Seriously, plate? FULL."
But there was no reply. — Rachel Hawkins

sings in the background like a big bale of black coming towards me through moorland mist. — Morrissey

Are we not witnessing a strange tableau of survival whenever a bird alights on the head of a crocodile, bringing together the evolutionary offspring of Triassic and Jurassic? — Anna Lee