Mcdoubles Price Quotes & Sayings

Their eyes were flat, incurious, and old- impossibly old, as though instead of looking forward, their eyes saw back to a distant past. — Lauren Oliver

An idiotic vitch like you
Must rrroast upon the barbecue! — Roald Dahl

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't ... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying? — Haruki Murakami

Happy people are rarely interesting. — Janette Rallison

The problem is that contemporary people think life is all about finding happiness. We decide what conditions will make us happy and then we work to bring those conditions about. To live for happiness means that you are trying to get something out of life. But when suffering comes along, it takes the conditions for happiness away, and so suffering destroys all your reason to keep living. But to "live for meaning" means not that you try to get something out of life but rather that life expects something from us. In other words, you have meaning only when there is something in life more important than your own personal freedom and happiness, something for which you are glad to sacrifice your happiness.129 — Timothy Keller

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields ... Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. — Mary Oliver

When I'm not surfing or sailing, I am to be found at the harbour working on my boat. — Laura Dekker

You should get completely detached about everything and you will enjoy, just enjoy. But in that also, one has to judge. Are you really enjoying or are you just making a drama out of it? Try to be sincere. Purity is brought forth by sincerity. If you are not sincere to yourself and to others, you cannot be pure. — Nirmala Srivastava

Disconsolate, she lowered her head, and her eyes fell upon her bodice, upon the even more languishing eyes of the wilted blossoms, which seemed ready to weep under their withered eyelids. The thought of the brevity of her unconscious dream about him, of the brevity of their happiness if ever it materialized, was associated for her with the sadness of those flowers, which, before dying, languished on the heart that they had felt beating with her first love, her first humiliation, and her first sorrow. — Marcel Proust