Julie Beaufort Stuart Quotes & Sayings

The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too - looking tiny in his craggy fist - and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in. — Kim Harrison

Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging ... I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind. — Marion Milner

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel
lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even
though my decision was already made.
"You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely. — Amy Lane

Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. "Tastes like Satan's fire cock," Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. "Sounds delightful," I say, "but I'll pass. — John Green

Listen, if the mayor wants to have a debate about education in this city, I got three words: bring it on. — Anthony Weiner

And this, even more wonderful and mysterious, is also true: when I read it, when I read what Julie's written, she is instantly alive again, whole and undamaged. With her words in my mind while I'm reading, she is as real as I am. Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous. She's right here. Afraid and exhausted, alone, but fighting. Flying in silver moonlight in a plane that can't be landed, stuck in the climb - alive, alive, ALIVE. — Elizabeth Wein

One can delineate the domain of philosophy however one likes, but in its search for truth, philosophy is always concerned with human existence. Authentic philosophizing refuses to remain at the stage of knowledge [ ... ]. Care for human existence and its truth makes philosophy a 'practical science' in the deepest sense, and it also leads philosophy - and this is the crucial point - into the concrete distress of human existence. — Herbert Marcuse

The rose has no 'Why?' It flowers because it flowers. — Angelus Silesius