Hummalupalicious Quotes & Sayings

It was then, I think, that I discovered that the best way of bringing a medieval subject home to my generation was not to be medieval in its treatment. — Laurence Housman

To be authentic is literally to be your own author, to discover your own native energies and desires, and then to find your own way of acting on them. — Warren G. Bennis

Rebellion is obsolete - change things from the inside working out. — Mark Mothersbaugh

But perhaps a heart takes experience and time to harden. — Morgan Rhodes

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Something else?" She huffed as she pushed from the table, grabbing her husband's empty coffee cup. "That's the nice way of saying they're bat shit crazy."
"Hey!" Mr Hamilton's head whipped around, eyes dancing. "You listen here, woman."
"You can listen to my foot up your ass if you call me woman again." Mrs Hamilton refilled the cup and reached for the sugar. "And you can take that to court."
Cam sighed and lowered his head.
I smothered my giggle with my hand. — J. Lynn

Here, class attendance is expected and students are required to take notes, which they are tested on. What is missing, it seems to me, is the use of knowledge, the practical training. — Harrison Salisbury

Each elect soul ... possesses God directly and finds in that unique possession the fulfillment of his own individuality. — Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

I make grilled cheeses for lunch, one for me, two for Will. We don't have any chips, but I find a far of pickles in the pantry.
"This is the best thing I've ever eaten." He pauses for a drink, staring at me over the rim of his glass of juice.
"It's the provolone," I say, swallowing my last bite.
"It's the chef."
I smile and look away.
We listen to music. Talk. Kiss until my flesh glimmers gold-red. Warms to the touch from the deep scald at my core. He stops to watch. Leans his face close to my neck and smells my skin. Like I'm something he might taste. He sweeps his hands along my arms ... making me burn hotter.
"Is this what it's like for other fire-breathers?" he asks, winks, holding my hand up in his broad palm. "Or is it just me and my magic hands? — Sophie Jordan

Team Jacob: Because Vampires Shouldn't Sparkle — Molly Harper