L Rm S N Ld R Rm S N Quotes & Sayings

It's the relationship I have with the world: always trying to escape from reality. I'm a daydreamer; I don't feel in harmony with my epoch or the societies I live in. — Amin Maalouf

Kinkiness comes from low energy. It's the substitution of lechery for lust. — Germaine Greer

Don't be fooled ...
If they gossip to you, they'll gossip about you. — Steve Maraboli

On the roof of the Accord again, then bent down, pressed his face against the driver's — Richard Price

I once got my stiletto caught in my horse's tail on stage and went flying into the audience. It was a mental gig, so I think the crowd thought it was part of the show. — Alison Goldfrapp

Wadsworth Moor
Where the millstone of sky
Grinds light and shadow so purple-fine
And has ground it so long
Grinding the skin off the earth
Earth bleeds her raw true darkness
A land naked now as a wound
That the sun swabs and dabs
Where the miles of agony are numbness
And harebell and heather a euphoria — Ted Hughes

Kindness is true wisdom - not cleverness. — Debasish Mridha

I'm halfway through my life, and as far as I can tell, the real lesson of the past isn't that I made some mistakes, it's that I didn't make nearly enough of them. I doubt I'll be lying on my deathbed in forty or fifty years, congratulating myself on the fact that I never had sex in an airplane with a handsome Italian businessman, or patting myself on the back for all those years of involuntary celibacy I endured after my divorce. If recent experience is any guide, I'll probably be lying in that hospital bed with my body full of tubes, sneaking glances at the handsome young doctor, wishing that I hadn't been such a coward. Wishing I'd taken more risks, made more mistakes, and accumulated more regrets. Just wishing I'd lived when I had the chance. — Tom Perrotta

I'll probably never go to prom. I haven't ever been to a high school dance. — Cassie Steele

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off. — Charles Bukowski