Ka Lyrra Quotes & Sayings
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Some people like destroying for the hell of it; they love destroying beauty; they try to feel those people and then crack the egg. — Frederick Lenz

I run to feel complete, to feel alive, to feel happy, and to feel free. I run to visit beautiful places, to overcome my fears, and to remind myself - and others - that our limits may not be where we think they are. — Chrissie Wellington

When one sifts place, ka-lyrra, one comes out on top of whatever currently occupies that space. Which isn't much of a problem if one also has all one's powers. But I don't. We hit a lake somewhere around the ninety-seventh hop. And, contrary to popular belief, I don't walk on water."
~Adam to Gabby — Karen Marie Moning

Sitting in a church building doesn't make you a Christian, just like sitting in a duck blind doesn't make you a duck hunter. — Jase Robertson

Sexuality is such a taboo thing. I think it should be more out in the open, especially with young women. I think it's okay for them to explore their sexuality, as long as they own it and it's portrayed in the right way. — Evan Rachel Wood

I project myself to love and devote my time and attention to someone without a reason, so at least I can give someone the feelings of being the most special person in someone's life. — M.F. Moonzajer

Brutality is the refuge of the dull of mind, ka-lyrra. Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce.
~Adam Black to Gabrielle O'Callaghan — Karen Marie Moning

Men may not read the gospel in sealskin, or the gospel in morocco, or the gospel in cloth covers, but they can't get away from the gospel in shoe leather. — Donald Barnhouse

You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head.
You asked if I believed in God.
I told you of course I do- I've always had a strong sense of self.
Your house is quiet now, you're sleeping upstairs and I'm alone with this blasted, idiotic book that purports to tally the sum of my life, and fact is, maybe I do.
But maybe, ka-lyrra, your God doesn't believe in me.
From The (Greatly Revised) Black Edition Of The O'Callaghan Book of the Sin Siriche Du — Karen Marie Moning

Never," wrote Reginald to his most darling friend, "be a pioneer. It's the Early Christian that gets the fattest lion. — Saki

Because wanton or venal lips has murmured the same words to him, he only half believed in the sincerity of those he was hearing now; to a large extent they should be disregarded, he believed, because such exaggerated language must surely mask commonplace feelings: as if the soul in its fullness did not sometimes overflow into the most barren metaphors, since no one can ever tell the precise measures of his own needs, of his own ideas, of his own pain, and human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when what we long to do is make music that will move the stars to pity. — Gustave Flaubert

Nine times out of ten it is the coarse word that condemns an evil, and the refined word that excuses it. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

You can tell if people are following Jesus, because they are feeding the poor, sharing their wealth, and trying to get everyone medical insurance. — Anne Lamott

I cruise the canyon to get some breeze With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve I like the light and hate the heat But I'll lick the blood right off your street — Katy Rose

I know the value of my time! — Lailah Gifty Akita

I let go of fear and immerse myself in the endless wash of love. — Amy Leigh Mercree

Hunger for me, ka-lyrra, he thought silently, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure. — Karen Marie Moning

I am fairly certain that my independent, high-spirited grandmother must have had a childhood similar to Betsy Ray'sAs I read about the School Entertainment and ice cream socials, about ladies leaving calling cards and the milkman with his horse-drawn wagon, I felt that I was having an unexpected and welcome peek into Granny's childhood-a gift to me from Maud Hart Lovelace — Ann M. Martin