Monists Society Quotes & Sayings

Possession means nothing when the opponent takes its chances — Franz Beckenbauer

There must be other races out there, watching our tiny yellow sun glimmering in their unknown field of the sky. Do they desire us as we desire them? — Alice Hastings Bradley

Now that's a sight for sore eyes, Sebastian. Maybe I should just leave you here: the hotel maids might appreciate that. Or, better still, maybe I'll take a photograph of you on my phone. Dont worry, I wont post it on the internet, it'll just be my screen saver. — Jane Harvey-Berrick

His voice almost undid her. It was exactly as she remembered from school, casual, familiar, polite. Not arrogant, because arrogance implied one had to establish one's superiority. Denovo's voice assumed it. — Max Gladstone

Fuck off!
I used to have a way with women.
If the word fuck came out to play, it was always followed by me and then words like harder, please, and my friend, more.
Those were the days. — Emma Chase

Susie: Maybe we're all making everything up as we go. — Martine Leavitt

Presents can make up for some of the disappointments that life doles out, such as it makes almost no sense and is coming to an end more quickly than ever. — Anne Lamott

We see only what we know. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I've been present at birth, and death is just as present and in equal balance. And I've been present at death, and birth is just as present, again in equal balance. — Joy Harjo

I think that as you get older, you learn to live in yourself more securely. — Amy Smart

The bravest thing I ever did was leave there. The next bravest thing I did was come back, to make myself heard. — Aspen Matis

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched. — Bob Dylan

I nod and tap my fingers against my knees. "What to do with a girlfriend while I work my hours at the TOG. Hmm ... Can I really do this? Will I be able to pull it off? Will she be able to read at the snack bar tables without losing her mind," I mumble.
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Yes. Bad habit. Does it bother you?" I walk back over to her side of the small stage.
"No. It's interesting. I hate people knowing my thoughts. But yours just fall out of your head so easily." She shrugs.
"I never thought of it like that ... but you're my girlfriend now ... so who cares if you know what I think?"
Her cheeks turn pink, and I laugh. — Anne Eliot