Momotony Quotes & Sayings

Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore — Muse

It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures. — John Phillips

17And when Jesus heard it, he said to them, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. i I came not to call the righteous, j but sinners. — Anonymous

I used to think I preferred getting old to the alternative, but now I'm not sure. Sometimes the momotony of bingo and sing-alongs and ancient dusty people parked in teh hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death. Particularly when I rememver that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless tchotchke. — Sara Gruen

Go away, bitch." Great, A shoe with attitude. — Richelle Mead

Embrace the weather, child, and you'll understand the balance of the world. — Dean Koontz

The real joke that history played on American women is not the one that makes people snigger, with cheap Freudian sophistication, at the dead feminists. It is the joke that Freudian thought played on living women, twisting the memory of the feminists into the man-eating phantom of the feminine mystique, shriveling the very wish to be more than just a wife and mother. — Betty Friedan

And you couldn't be anywhere at all without having been almost there for a while. — Lisa Graff

You can't let your past write the future — Janny Wurts

Sometimes emotions to be express... is difficult... nothing is perfect... Emotions by themself, aren't perfect. — Deyth Banger

She remembers an eerily young Sean Connery, in that first James Bond film, using fine clear Scottish spit to paste one of his gorgeous black hairs across the gap between the jamb and the door of his hotel room. — William Gibson

That's where they found the skeletons. Right where you're standing. — Teresa Flavin

He lied to you too, Sophie"

"I know," I said softly.

"You're risking that adorable little neck of yours for an asshole."

"I am," I admitted. The fountain was now a blur as the wind played with the carefully structured pattern of the water. "But here's the thing...he's my asshole."

"Is this about ownership?" Marcus asked incredulously, "Or is it about love?"

"It's about love," I whispered. "Marcus I...I love my asshole, okay? I love him so much. — Kyra Davis

I knew I wanted to write novels, but I could not finish what I started. The closer I got, the more ways I'd find to screw it up. — Steven Pressfield

It is quite simple really. Being always transcends appearance-that which only seems to be. Once you begin to know the being behind the very pretty or very ugly face, as determined by your bias, the surface appearances fade away util they simply no longer matter. -pg. 114. — Wm. Paul Young