Molokini Quotes & Sayings

I say," began Piglet, "don't you think goodreads could do something about quote verification, what with that Kindle plugin and all? Most of these quotes are balderdash, and they're being repeated everywhere. — A.A. Milne

I wonder now about Demeter and Persephone. Maybe Persephone was glad to run off with the king of death to his underground realm, maybe it was the only way she could break away from her mother, maybe Demeter was a bad parent the way Lear was a bad parent, denying nature, including the nature of children to leave their parents. Maybe Persephone thought Hades was the infinitely cool older man who held the knowledge she sought, maybe she loved the darkness, the six months of winter, the sharp taste of pomegranates, the freedom from her mother, maybe she knew that to be truly alive death had to be part of the picture just as winter must. It was as the queen of hell that she became an adult and came into power. Hades's realm is called the underworld, and so are the urban realms of everything outside the law. And as in Hopi creation myths, where humans and other beings emerge from underground, so it's from the underground that culture emerges in this civilization. — Rebecca Solnit

When you grow up in Bel Air and shop only in expensive boutiques on Rodeo and Robertson, you develop a kind of allergy to anything unpretty -clothes, cars ... even people ... you start thinking that if you hang around unattractive people, their homeliness can be contagious. — Nicole Richie

Don't be delicate, be vast and brilliant. — Shinedown

Words are much better at relating emotions and thoughts. — Yann Martel

I'd rather be the bastard daughter of a prostitute than ever share your blood. — Tarryn Fisher

and hit play on his cassette tape. — Brittainy C. Cherry

I have the distinct feeling I'm not in Oz anymore,' said Brrr. — Gregory Maguire

Kneeling on St. Mary's stone floor she had envisioned the candles and the cold, but not Lady Imeyne, waiting for Roche to make a mistake in the mass, not Eliwys or Gawyn or Rosemund. Not Father Roche, with his cutthroat's face and worn-out hose.

She could never in a hundred years, in seven hundred and thirty-four years, have imagined Agnes, with her puppy and her naughty tantrums, and her infected knee. I'm glad I came, she thought. In spite of everything. — Connie Willis