Messy Hair Red Lips Quotes & Sayings

He was hungry without yet knowing that hunger could be slaked by food; he was lonely without yet knowing that loneliness could be slaked, too. — Gregory Maguire

Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings. — Cormac McCarthy

But she let him stay that one time. Fatigue from fighting him, maybe. Maybe the sense of loneliness when the man's body withdrew so quickly, and you felt the cold between your legs and the abrupt sense of separateness again. — Pamela Erens

I have noted that those who desire to do the most good often work the greatest harm. — H. Rider Haggard

Our social life is literally primal, in the sense that chimpanzees and gorillas, our closest relatives among the primates, are also social. — Clay Shirky

Thank you." I've said thank you thousands of times in my life. Most of the time I mean it to some degree. There are times when I've said it and felt the gratitude behind the words wholeheartedly, but I don't think I ever understood what those two words truly meant until this very moment. Now I think I need a new phrase because thank you is insufficient in this situation. — Kim Holden

Himself had apparently thought the stilted, wooden quality of nonprofessionals helped to strip away the pernicious illusion of realism and to remind the audience that they were in reality watching actors acting and not people behaving. — David Foster Wallace

There is something that can be found in one place. It is a great treasure which may be called the fulfillment of existence. The place where this treasure can be found is the place where one stands — Martin Buber

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies. — Rachel Caine

One of the pleas you get when you're talking to the tourist industry or the energy industry or the whoever is, 'Please, can we just have the same minister for longer than five minutes?' — David Cameron

I had decided that I wanted to earn my living as a writer and the only place in Waterbury where they paid you for writing was at the local newspaper. My opportunity came when the paper had an opening for a night janitor. Opportunities are easy to miss, because they don't always show up in their best clothes. Sometimes opportunities look like beggars in rags. After an eight-hour shift in the shop tossing thirty-pound crates I hustled down to the newspaper building and cleaned toilets, with a vague plan that it would somehow lead to a reporter's position. — John William Tuohy

Standing near the wall, surrounded by what looked like a group of total fratty jockish dudes, was a man. A very fine man. He looked a few years younger than me, with brown hair that fell all over his head in an artfully messy way that looked like he might have just rolled out of bed, but you knew was done on purpose. He had thick, pretty lips that were made for sin, stretching into a delicious smile that showed even teeth. Dimples. Fuck me up, we have dimples! Deep, deep dimples that I wanted to put my tongue into. I blushed a fire red, but I didn't stop my depraved up and down assessment. — T.J. Klune

What the hell. You die. Everybody dies. So you die healthy. So what? — Patricia Cornwell