Humblots Heron Quotes & Sayings

Just call me an equal opportunity ass-kicker. — Jeaniene Frost

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand. — Antonio Machado

Words strike the air and the mind, they act on the senses and on the soul. — Jan Potocki

The Christ in you is very still. He knows where you are going, and He leads you there in gentleness and blessing all the way. — Foundation For Inner Peace

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off? ... Third question for the conscience. — Friedrich Nietzsche

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman. — Gaston Leroux

I bite my nails so bad. They're awful! My nails are so ugly. I need to stop biting them. — Elle Fanning

I have so many playlists full of Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown. — Taylor Swift

Some scents sparkle and then quickly disappear, like the effervescence of ctirus zestor a bright note of mint. — Deborah Lawrenson

I revise my suicide plan to slow death by morphling. I will become a yellow-skinned bag of bones, with enormous eyes. I'm a couple of days into the plan, making good progress, when something unexpected happens. I begin to sing. At the window, in the shower, in my sleep. Hour after hour of ballads, love songs, mountain airs. All the songs my father taught me before he died, for certainly there has been very little music in my life since. What's amazing is how clearly I remember them. The tunes, the lyrics. My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in. Days pass, weeks. I watch the snows fall on the ledge outside my window. And in all that time, mine is the only voice I hear. What — Suzanne Collins

We go round and round trying to convince one another that our opinion makes more sense. And the only winner is time for making us look like fools by wasting it. — S.A. Tawks