Kabatove Quotes & Sayings

You spend months barely acknowledging someone's existence and then BOOM, you're emotionally addicted to her. Science would probably blame it on chemicals, genetics or something equally logical, but it didn't feel like anything logical — C.K. Kelly Martin

no whisper mars the utter silence of the untranslated stars. — E. E. Cummings

It is the part of a fool to give advice to others and not himself to be on his guard. — Phaedrus

Love and serve the sources of your strength. — Orson Scott Card

I was clinging to all that had been and, in an ideal world, all that we had hoped for. He, he wanted out. — Freya North

My thoughts and love go out to the Mandela family. Rest in peace Madiba. You will be missed, but your impact on this world will live forever. — Charlize Theron

I change guitars as they come and go. I have one I played for almost a decade, but I've put it away. It was the first McCarty. Now, I'm playing one I grabbed off the line. I've been playing it ever since. — Paul Reed Smith

Actually, if I don't eat healthy food I don't feel good. For me, I crave healthy food. — Kristin Cavallari

Then I saw a wan face
Not pinned by human sorrows, but bright blanched
By an immortal sickness which kills not;
It works a constant change, which happy death
Can put no end to; deathwards progressing
To no death was that visage; it had passed
The lily and the snow; and beyond these — Dan Simmons

I don't understand why one should be one thing or the other. Writing, to me, is writing is writing. It should be a flexible tool. Whatever skills I have, have to work for me; I won't be dictated by them. — Sonya Hartnett

I was teaching myself notes from three and then by seven I'd figured out how to play some chords, and at school I used to love writing poems and poetry, so I guess I kind of put two and two together and that formed my songwriting from an early age. — Ella Henderson

Their oldest child, James, had spoken laughingly about Will's unrelenting fear of ducks and his continual battle to keep them out of the pond at the family home in Yorkshire. — Cassandra Clare