Letherbee Quotes & Sayings

It's critical that young people start flexing their creative muscles in order to take on the world's most complex challenges. — Tim Brown

If you read, you'll judge. — Kurt Cobain

Who we are is permanently affixed to God. — Lauren Casper

The darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I have these obsessions that I do not completely understand, with the deep mark, with the ruptured surface, with scars and traces, traces that human beings are leaving on the earth. It is not a comment on the environment ... it is metaphysical. — Sophie Ristelhueber

Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you. — Zadie Smith

I believe it is our attitude that determines our altitude. It is our attitude that allows us to soar above those things that would otherwise overcome us. — T.D. Jakes

Man discovers truth by reason only, not by faith. — Leo Tolstoy

Don't deny the dreams. They're a gift given to make your life full. Accept them. Reach for them. We are not here just to endure hard times until we die. We are here to live, to serve, to trust, and to create out of our longings. — Jane Kirkpatrick

By the time you get into other kinds of music - R&B, country, or whatever - it becomes something that's romantic. It becomes something unattainable. Never-ending undying love. And in hip hop, we're still taking direct inspiration. — Talib Kweli

True meditation is letting go of manipulating our experience. — Adyashanti

Remember the past, plan for the future, but live for today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come. — Anonymous

Jeb releases my fingers and cups my face in his hands, barely touching me, like I'm breakable. "It's me I'm losing control of. Hundreds of sketches, and I still can't get enough of your face." He traces the dimple in my chin with his thumb. "Your neck." His palm moves along my throat. "Your ... " Both hands find my waist and drag me off the table so we're standing toe to toe. " I'm not wasting another second drawing you," he whispers against my lips, "when I can touch you instead." He presses his mouth to mine. — A.G. Howard