Lestetica Quotes & Sayings

My friend Mrs. Maugery bought a pamphlet that once belonged to you, too. It is called 'Was There a Burning Bush? A Defense of Moses and the Ten Commandments'. She liked your margin note, "Word of God or crowd control???" Did you ever decide which? — Mary Ann Shaffer

I like tattoos. I'm gonna be covered. I'm not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it's my least favorite place. — Mac Miller

Where I come from, some people wear fine suits just to ride on an Aeroplane - I suspect they think if they impress it enough it will be sure to carry them safely. — Catherynne M Valente

Normal people are just freaks who are afraid to be themselves in public. — Anonymous

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life. — Karen Marie Moning

love of money is the root of all evils.' Timothy, six-ten. — John Sandford

I'm not embarrassed about the novels I wrote when I was younger, but I couldn't write them today because of my religion. — Louise Mensch

No man can bare his heart quite naked; there always will be something held back, something false ostentatiously thrust forward. — Charles Baudelaire

Straight Americans need an education of the heart and soul. They must understand - to begin with - how it can feel to spend years denying your own deepest truths, to sit silently through classes, meals, and church services while people you love toss off remarks that brutalize your soul. — Bruce Bawer

Usually while I lay in bed, I liked to think of new things I could do for Lynnie. Maybe I could let her try my pillow to see if she liked it better. Or I could bring her a new cracker she'd never tried. Or maybe I could even find a new book that she'd never heard of and read it to her, even though she had heard of every book in the world. That night I knew that nothing I could do would make her feel better. So I lay in bed and listened to her mournful noise and didn't feel love or hate or anger or anything at all except despair. — Cynthia Kadohata

Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace. — Oliver Wendell Holmes

( ... ) so that I could only be near you, and get glimpses of you, and think of you as mine. — Thomas Hardy