Lemoine Disaster Quotes & Sayings

Even though she was annoyed that Shamus had trashed the apartment like a wayward rock star, Daisy had a weakness for Shamus. He — K.M. Morgan

I also figure being eternally happy would be eternally boring so I try not to be too interesting, even though it's hard for me. I'd rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and big cymbals! I like the crash and bang. — Karen Marie Moning

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June. — Jean Paul Friedrich Richter

I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd never have told him otherwise. "I mean, staying with Li, I never felt like I belonged. That's all."
Sam touched my wrist, making me shiver. "You always have a home with me. — Jodi Meadows

Divorce hadn't devastated her. She'd felt awful for her son, but God, she'd felt free, and she'd hoped that a happy mom was more important for Sawyer than a married one. — Victoria Dahl

fiction:
the ocean
i dive
headfirst
into
when i
can
no longer
breathe
in
reality.

- a mermaid escapist II. — Amanda Lovelace

There are of course people who are more important than others in that they have more importance in the world but this is not essential and it ceases to be. I have no sense of difference in this respect because every human being comprises the combination form. — Gertrude Stein

I can't be the kind of leader you want me to," he says. "I will never, ever be the kind of leader you want me to be. And I will be better because of it. — Beth Revis

And so I tell you this: be now and forever centered upon your Self. Look to see what you are being, doing, and having in any given moment, not what's going on with another. — Neale Donald Walsch

The rich plankton of pop heroes and pop villains on which we Americans are accustomed to feed, the daily media soup of sports figures, ax murderers, politicians, and rock singers, the ever-running river of celebs, heavies, and oddballs that we use to spice up our own relatively humdrum lives has of late become a very watery gruel. Where have all the good guys and bad guys gone? Why does everyone out there look so gray? — Shana Alexander