Quotes & Sayings About Lying Love And Infidelity

God was alien and cruel, — William Peter Blatty

Music,' she said, in a languorous and dreamlike manner. 'Music is a betrayer of secrets; it is more treacherous even than dreams, which at least have the virtue of being private. — Rachel Cusk

In religions which have lost their creative spark, the gods eventually become no more than poetic motifs or ornaments for decorating human solitude and walls. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Ladies and Gentlemen ... we are floating in Space! — Jostein Gaarder

Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she'll know I was full of shit and start hittin' on me again."

"You want me to slut it up with you so you don't look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you're trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you're not interested."

"I like my way better," he grinned. — Sibylla Matilde

Sarah Payne, the day she told us to go to the page without judgment, reminded us that we never knew, and never would know, what it would be like to understand another person fully. — Elizabeth Strout

The rigidity of a bottle's form does not affect the fluidity of the liquid it contains. — Leon Krier

And the Angelfucker makes his move. — Sylvain Reynard

Everyone's life is a poetry rhymed with sweet and bitter words, rhythmed with moments. — Robert Ahaness

The greatest courage is always quiet. — Michelle Templet

I'd always ask my grandma, who was so, so smart, why she didn't work, and she would explain that her parents didn't approve of her working after she had children. She didn't feel like she had choices. — Reese Witherspoon

A miserable person always attracts miseries, but a joyful person seems to find joy in miseries. — Debasish Mridha

I love comedy and drama equally and music too. I just sort of follow my nose to whatever seems really exciting at the time. Eventually, I might want to do a rock opera. — Jack Black

Though Roose had been in battles, he bore no scars. Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time. — George R R Martin