Minchellos Quotes & Sayings
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Our tongues can't compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven. — Coco J. Ginger

Through style, you can communicate to the world who you are and what you stand for. — Solange Knowles

If you see 'The Shining' with Jack Nicholson, you remember him not only because he is Jack Nicholson and because he does a wonderful job, but because he is a threat. The bad guy is someone people will have in their minds forever if it's a good bad guy. — Jordi Molla

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while. — Patrick Rothfuss

You can call me Mama T anytime. — Teresa Heinz

Amazing things happen when you stop hiding behind that hulking beast. — Gayle Forman

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley."
"Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name. — Cassandra Clare

I should become happier at what I do and leave others happier than before they'd met me. — Chris Murray

I love develop as an artist, to push my envelope, to grow, to make mistakes, to learn from them and to try and be the very best that I can be while I'm on this earth. — Criss Angel

Failure doesn't come from falling down, failure comes from not getting up — Zig Ziglar

I was always a lonely person when I was with everyone. — Ernest Hemingway,

Life is only one of the Great Illusions. — Agatha Christie