Lokrantz Learning Quotes & Sayings

I put my hand over his heart, letting out a relieved breath as I felt it beating, too fast by far but still ready. "Reth?"
His huge golden eyes fluttered open. "Perhaps I should have taken the couch. — Kiersten White

'Heartbeats' is a film on people magnifying and subliming reality when they're in love. Hence the overstylized look, the aesthetics, the robes, the dresses, the vintage, hipster-ish look: All of this is voluntary. I'm not a hipster. I'm not! — Xavier Dolan

People who attack biography choose as their models vulgar and offensive biography. You could equally attack novels or poems by choosing bad poems or novels. — Claire Tomalin

If you are worried about what people think of you, you should go into politics. Real actors take chances. — Rob Lowe

What the hell is in swan saliva that burns so badly? — John Green

The transition from subject to observer was instantaneous, sensations, sights, and sounds changing from instruments of torment to a fascinating display of electronic signals. The spectra included thousands of frequencies, visual, audio and psi bands alike, each customized for a specific effect, a pseudo symphony for an audience of one. — Marcha A. Fox

It was enough to lie there and expand / Till all the stars were shining into me / And I was all the stars that I could see / In all the endless acres of the night. / That was the best of living. — Jane Merchant

Myles kisses me back, almost hesitating before he does.
But I don't give him the chance to stop me. It's like it's not me doing these things, but some piece of myself that's been hidden away until now and has taken advantage of my current mental state to emerge. A part of my brain, or heart, or soul that needs to keep my lips moving against his, that's running my hands through his smooth, soft hair, that's pressing my body against his.
And it wants more.
For a second, I'm sure Myles is going to pull away, but I push my body harder into him, circling my arms around his waist as his hands stroke my hair gently, like he's not sure what else he's supposed to do with them. He's close. So close I can feel every muscle in his chest, every whisper of a breath he lets in or out.
I don't know how we end up on the bed ... — Nikki Rae

I saw finally the futility of all these gestures, that witchcraft is but a matter of focus-that one cann apply one's fierce and immeasurable energies to an act of choice. — Anne Rice

I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky. — Ally Condie

They left no books , Memorial to their lonely thought In grey parishes: rather they wrote On men's hearts and in the minds Of young children sublime words Too soon forgotten. God in his time Or out of time will correct this. — R.S. Thomas

I'm not interested in provoking people, but only in trying to be consoling. — Martin Kippenberger