Ingawanis Quotes & Sayings

Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands. — Louise Erdrich

Magic is a dangerous thing, child. It isn't something to use lightly. — Kevis Hendrickson

Writers are like supreme beings. We can create worlds in a matter of days and we can destroy them just as fast. — Linda Nelson

One man may shoot himself in the forehead with a .38 and wake up in the hospital. Another may shoot himself in the forehead with a .22 and wake up in hell ... if there is such a place. It tend to believe it's here on earth, possibly in New Jersey. — Stephen King

We'll walk from here to the — E.L. Konigsburg

If you're playing the character, you could say to yourself in 16 different ways, What if that didn't bother me? What if I knew exactly what he was talking about? What if I didn't get excited? — Judd Hirsch

Not everything needs to be recycled. — William McDonough

He leaned in. I felt his breath against my neck, then the press of his mouth against my skin just above the collar, almost a sigh.
"Don't," I said. I drew back, but he held me tighter. His hand went to the nape of my neck, long fingers twining in my hair, easing my head back. I closed my eyes.
"Let me," he murmured against my throat. His heel hooked around my leg, bringing me closer. I felt the heat of his tongue, the flex of hard muscle beneath bare skin as he guided my hands around his waist. "It isn't real," he said. "Let me."
I felt that rush of hunger, the steady, longing beat of desire that neither of us wanted, but that gripped us anyway. We were alone in the world, unique. We were bound together and always would be.
And it didn't matter.
I couldn't forget what he'd done, and I wouldn't forgive what he was: a murderer. A monster. A man who had tortured my friends and slaughtered the people I'd tried to protect. I shoved away from him. "It's real enough. — Leigh Bardugo

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. — Laurence Binyon

The mind is the soul's eye, not its source of power. That lies in the heart, in other words, in the passions. — Luc De Clapiers

Maybe I didn't love you at first sight the way you always dreamed.But...I saw you and I wanted to know you.I knew you and I wanted to love you.I love you...and now I want to never be without you.All you've ever wanted was to experience things.Experience this with me.Feel what it's like for me to love you and love me just as fiercely. — Cynthia A. Rodriguez

I think it's pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego. — Lou Reed