Marabellas Quotes & Sayings

Too much is how I love you, but too well is how I know you. — Ani DiFranco

In his diabolic solitude, only the possibility of love could awake the libertine to perfect, immaculate terror. It is in this holy terror of love that we find, in both men and women themselves, the source of all opposition to the emancipation of women. — Angela Carter

He opened his mouth to say that she looked extremely beautiful and deserved armfuls of roses, but the words were lost in committee somewhere, shuffled aside by the parts of his head that worked full-time at avoiding ridicule. — Helen Simonson

I enjoy being part of the entertainment industry, although I'm the laziest person that I've met yet in this business. — Paul Hogan

To give alms is nothing unless you give thought also. — John Ruskin

We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired - as furniture sanders - we could not believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had a rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and set it to music.
Something That Needs Nothing — Miranda July

There's no such thing as a tough child - if you parboil them first for seven hours, they always come out tender. — W.C. Fields

I was a barbarian, tender and full of violence. I translated by instinct, without any method, not merely an artistic truth but above all a human one. — Maurice De Vlaminck

Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes - A poor month for park-sleepers and lovers. Even our shadows are blue with cold. We wanted to see the sun come up And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship, Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost, Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay Encased in a glassy pellicle. The — Sylvia Plath