Lauthentique Red Quotes & Sayings

But there is something that's a great deal more important than parental approval: learning to do without it. That's what it means to become an adult. — William Deresiewicz

Impudent dog! God knows why I bear with you!' Harding grinned. 'Probably, sir. Omniscient, isn't He? — Elizabeth Rolls

Most men are not wicked ... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers. — Franz Kafka

Intimacy is about sharing something with your spouse that you don't share with anybody else. It's letting him in. It's laughing together. And it's also feeling that deep hunger for each other! — Sheila Wray Gregoire

You went back to Tokyo just about the time the autumn weather was deepening, so for a time I couldn't tell whether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of the season. — Haruki Murakami

You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing, because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see the beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things. — Nicholas Sparks

If you want a great replacement, like, who can follow Barack and still have that swag, that charisma, that charm and be historic - I think it would be Tina Fey for president. — Hasan Minhaj

The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself). — Roland Barthes

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426 — Patrick Ness

For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of what it is above.
For it was this mixture in her of man and woman, one being uppermost and then the other, that often gave her conduct an unexpected turn. The curious of her own sex would argue how, for example, if Orlando was a woman, did she never take more than ten minutes to dress? And were not her clothes chosen rather at random, and sometimes worn rather shabby? And then they would say, still, she has none of the formality of a man, or a man's love of power. — Virginia Woolf