Lycka Furniture Quotes & Sayings

Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories. — Miranda Richmond Mouillot

It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me. — Tracey Emin

I wouldst rescue Leandra from the convent, where she is surely held against her will, and place her in thy hands so that thou couldst do with her as thou wouldst and as it pleaseth thee, always, however, adhering to the laws of the chivalry, which commandeth that no damsel shalt have any offense whatsoever committed against her person, — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

The main thing is to not cut yourself and bleed to death in the tub. — Frankie Andreu

I understand women ... There's no man alive who can honestly say those words and mean them. It just isn't possible, so there's no use trying. But that doesn't mean you can't love them anyway. And it doesn't mean that you should ever stop doing your best to let them know how important they are to you! — Nicholas Sparks

Those who are afraid of freedom are those who cannot trust us to live in them. Trying to keep the law is actually a declaration of independence, a way of keeping control — Wm. Paul Young

The LORD GOD is a shelter from the heat.
The LORD GOD is a refuge from the storm. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Humans would ruin it, just as they'd destroyed so many of their own natural wonders. — Melissa Landers

I empathize with those who yearn for a simpler world, for some bygone golden age of domestic and international tranquility. But for the mass of humanity it is an age that never was. — Shirley Hufstedler

As it turns out, what looks like science sometimes is not. — Jose Padilha

It's really a full-time job to manage our lives. — Sara Blakely

Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas. — Bob Dylan

Once they were sitting at the kitchen table opposite each other. To his right and to her left was a window. Furious at something he drew his right hand across his body and lashed out. Half way there at full speed he realized it was a window he would be hitting and breaked. For a fraction of a second hid open palm touched the glass, beginning simultaneously to draw back. The window scarred and crumpled slowly two floors down. His hand miraculously uncut. It had acted exactly like a whip violating the target and still free, retreating from the outline of a star. She was delighted by the performance. Surprised he examined his fingers. [p.16] — Michael Ondaatje

Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn't he? — Jude Deveraux