Kupaman Quotes & Sayings

I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know. — Mitch Albom

Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust. — Mason Cooley

All I could think of was you. All I can ever think about is you. Why am I always fighting it? Always fighting thinking about you, fighting this wonderful feeling about you. This aliveness. This love." I look into his eyes and smile like a madwoman. "I love you!" I can't stop saying it. "I love you. Love, love love. — Carolyn Crane

Fear is always triggered by creativity, because creativity asks you to enter into realms of uncertain outcome. This is nothing to be ashamed of. It is, however, something to be dealt with. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Use the pain and anger to create something beautiful. — N.L. Gervasio

People in retail banks are not smart. They have a business model that's quite difficult to not make money out of - but still they somehow manage it. — Peter Hargreaves

Crowds can be frightening. They have a way of impressing the low, base taste upon their members. Watching the way thousands of people in his audience could not think for themselves, could not find the courage to allow their ordinary feelings of decency and taste to prevail, I understood better how demagogues are possible. — Roger Ebert

For the last twenty years of his life the tenants gave him a stuffed thrix every New Year's."
"Quite an honor," Serdica remarked.
"Indeed. The thrix is the local pride, of course. There's even one in the baronial coat of arms. Sir Craspedo is hitting the nightlurker with it." Glevum pointed to an ornate carving over the entrance to the reception room. Sure enough, a giant besk posed dramatically, preparing to bring down a large fish on the cringing shadow at his feet. I took a picture of it. — Juniper Shore

It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"
I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still.
"Because, he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me. — Charlotte Bronte

Writing is turning one's worst moments into money. — J.P. Donleavy