Leikkimaja Quotes & Sayings

I'm not sure that there's anything more horrible than staying in a furnished room in Paris, especially — George Sand

I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk. — Willie Stargell

The only end of writing is to enable the reader better to enjoy life, or better to endure it - — David Shields

On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on my collection of poems 'Native Guard.' I was there over a summer doing research in the archives and then writing in the reading room at the Jefferson building. — Natasha Trethewey

My real mom died when I was born - hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to
me, which has never been one of my favorite memories - and Dad married Denise before I'd turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the
matter. Denise and I never really clicked. — Darynda Jones

We often feel paralyzed by choice and make no choice. But the thing is, no choice is a choice. If you're not doing something about it, you're doing something about it. — Chris Guillebeau

Earth without "art" is just "eh — Unknown

I've thought maybe of getting younger artists out doing stuff, like I used to do a lot of. I don't wanna do it day in and day out like I used to, but I still wanna do it. — Bootsy Collins

Life is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent. — John Speed

To have a family is real strange," said India thoughtfully. "All these people you wouldn't have anything to do with except that they're related to you. — Michael McDowell

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me.
Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted. — L.A. Weatherly

One difficulty that people seeking to modernize hymnals and the language of worship inevitably run into is that contemporaries are never the best judges of what works and what doesn't. This is something all poets know; that language is a living thing, beyond our control, and it simply takes time for the trendy to reveal itself, to become so obviously dated that it falls by the way, and for the truly innovative to take hold. — Kathleen Norris

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow