Lindback Distributing Quotes & Sayings

The State, in fact, as the universal ethical will, is the creator of right. — Benito Mussolini

You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for hourse and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. "Floods" is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, that valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory
what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination is our "flooding. — Toni Morrison

More and more I find I want to be living in a Big Here and a Long Now. — Brian Eno

The government doesn't have to solve everyone's problem here. — Paul Kurtz

Its always do this do that everthing they want i dont want to live that way every chance they get there always pushin me away — Five Finger Death Punch

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand. — Paolo Giordano

I don't know if I'm particularly funny, I mean one of my legs is shorter than the other one, it makes everything look very awkward, so I can just pretty much look like an idiot, but I don't know whether I can be like witty. It could be a problem. — Robert Pattinson

What's the difference between a Spartan king and a mid-ranker? One man will lob this query to his mate as they prepare to bed down in the open in a cold driving rain. His friend considers mock-theatrically for a moment.'The king sleeps in that shithole over there' he replies. 'We sleep in this shithole over here. — Steven Pressfield

The reason nobody else in my business has any impact is because they're all comatose. — Harry Chapin

Willow's eyes flew to his, startled. They stared at each other. Her foot felt small under his hand; he rubbed it lightly with his thumb, feeling the silky heat of her skin, his pulse hammering through his veins. He felt like he was falling. All he could see was her.
She looked closed to tears. "Alex
"
Leaning across the corner of the table, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and warm. With a sob, Willow returned the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. He opened his mouth, tasting her; felt her hair tumble down around his hands. Happiness burst through him, exploding through his chest. Willow. Oh, God. Willow. — L.A. Weatherly

You're either a goddess ... or a doormat. — Pablo Picasso

Writers are born, not made. We can hone the craft. We need to try to encourage someone and make a dialogue, suggesting ways to do something differently or how to improve. — Alan Zweibel

He simply smiled at her with a soft, gentle expression in his eyes that warmed her all over, then he took her jacket from her and held it so she could slide her arms into the sleeves. His knuckles brushed against her bare shoulders, trailing prickles of heat in their wake. "You look really beautiful, Cass. — Paula Altenburg

She says she turned away from Catholicism as a teenager — Anonymous