Ingly Quotes & Sayings

Mars and my own stupidity keep trying to kill me. — Andy Weir

Sex for many has become a sorry business, a mechanical release involving neither discovery nor triumph, stressing human isolation more dishearte-ingly than ever before. — Germaine Greer

We'll find new stuff to want. — Tim O'Brien

Am I becoming more and more in love with God as a holy God, or with the conception of an amiable Being who says, "Oh well, sin doesn't matter much"? — Oswald Chambers

I have never met a dog I couldn't help; however, I have met humans who weren't willing to change. — Cesar Millan

I don't want to work on a musical if I'm not the lyricist. — David Lindsay-Abaire

He collected my hand to pull my finger out of his mouth. "Peanuts." I laughed, breaking the shock I'd felt. "Bad?" "No," he said, and he popped my finger into his mouth again. "I like it. Peanut tastes like peanuts." "So I have to call you Honey, now?" "Yup," he said, chewing. — C.L.Stone

Like a couple that communicates by intention nearly as much as by word, so in tune are they to each other and their surroundings. — Andrew Krivak

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets. — R.H. Blyth

Now I sometimes wonder how things might have turned out differently if I'd not made that decision, but you don't really get anywhere when you think too much about stuff like that. — Emily M. Danforth

I became more courageous by doing the very things I needed to be courageous for-first, a little, and badly. Then, bit by bit, more and better. Being avidly-sometimes annoy-ingly-curious and persistent about discovering how others were doing what I wanted to do. — Audre Lorde

What I want does exist if I dare to find it. — Jeanette Winterson

This is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes. Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light. If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning. — John O'Donohue

She had not thought of them as "fat," though. She had thought of them as "big," because one of the first things her friend Ginika told her was that "fat" in America was a bad word, heaving with moral judgment like "stupid" or "bastard," and not a mere description like "short" or "tall. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie