Iglus Flowers Quotes & Sayings

With Me, I want the Bank of America to know that I'm fucking alive. — Jason Myers

Unfortunately, the eternality of the "in-love" experience is fiction, not fact. The late psychologist Dr. Dorothy Tennov conducted long-range studies on the in-love phenomenon. After studying scores of couples, she concluded that the average life span of a romantic obsession is two years. If it is a secretive love affair, it may last a little longer. Eventually, however, we all descend from the clouds and plant our feet on earth again. Our eyes are opened, and we see the warts of the other person. Her endearing "quirks" are now merely annoying. His sharp sense of humor now wounds. Those little bumps we overlooked when we were in love now become huge mountains. — Gary Chapman

It is better to read a little and ponder a lot than to read a lot and ponder a little. — Denis Parsons Burkitt

The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it. — Axel Munthe

Now that I'm here, all I wanna do is get better. I wanna be the best I can be. — Jc Caylen

Customary use of artifice is the sign of a small mind, and it almost always happens that he who uses it to cover one spot uncovers himself in another. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Rushing around, hoping to find peace of mind anywhere other than within yourself, is like looking for your heart in someone else's body! — Guy Finley

This is the woman's century, the first chance for the mother of the world to rise to her full place ... and the world waits while she powders her nose. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Outside, the Air was Alert and Bright and Hot ... She could see the pattern of the cross-stitch flowers from the blue cross-stitch counterpane on Ammu's cheek. She could hear the blue cross-stitch afternoon.
The slow ceiling fan.
The sun behind the curtains.
The yellow wasp wasping against the windowpane in a dangerous dzzzzzzzzzzzz.
A disbelieving lizard's blink.
High-stepping chickens in the yard.
The sound of the sun crinkling the washing.Crisping white bed-sheets. Stiffened starched saris. Off white and gold.
Red ants on yellow stones.
A hot cow feeling hot. Ahmoo in the distance. — Arundhati Roy