Kaija Bales Quotes & Sayings

A culture exists within the [Ted] Cruz camp that would allow people to take advantage of a situation like this in a very dishonest way. — Benjamin Carson

Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot. — Stephen King

I don't even know who I'm mad at. Love, maybe? I think I'm mad at love. — Colleen Hoover

If,' Roland said. 'An old teacher of mine used to call it the only word a thousand letters long. — Stephen King

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity. — Leonard Cohen

Bad thoughts can be dangerous if left to simmer and weaken the heart slowly and invisibly. Like termites that destroy the beams of a house, secretly, in the dark until it's too late and everything collapses. — Massimo Marino

Yesterday, she began, speaking to his back, hurrying as though there was some element of him that was part hourglass. — Kelly Creagh

I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusements, etc, is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we are probably giving away too little. If our charities do not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say they are too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditure excludes them. — C.S. Lewis

All important architecture of the last century was strongly influenced by political systems. Look at the Soviet system, with its constructivism and Stalinism, Weimer with its Modern style, Mussolini and the Nazis and Albert Speer's colossal structures. Today's architecture is subservient to the market and its terms. The market has supplanted ideology. Architecture has turned into a spectacle. It has to package itself and no longer has significance as anything but a landmark. — Rem Koolhaas

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. — William Blake

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days. — Victoria Hanley

This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
And again and again and again and again and again and again ... — Florence Welch