Murmurs Talks Quotes & Sayings

God is perfect (we are not). He sees the big picture (we do not). He knows everything (we do not). So I choose to believe in this - that I am who I am on purpose, that the One who made me has a purpose and has unconditional love for me and those in my life. — Annie F. Downs

I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it's the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don't deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I've had to open up to grief in different contexts. — Tori Amos

He wants to have your glorious, blue-eyed babies," I whisper.
"So as long as no one tells him he doesn't have a uterus, I have a chance?" she murmurs back. — Emily Henry

The whole aim of comparative anatomy is to discover what structures are homologous. — Libbie Hyman

I hear stories. It could be myself telling them to myself or it could be these murmurs that come out of the earth. The earth so old and haunted, so hungry and replete. It talks. Things past and things yet to be. — Edna O'Brien

Into the statue that breathes, the soul of the sculptor is bidden. — Richard Realf

I deposit in many banks including the bank of wisdom. The more I draw on my accounts, no matter how big the sum, the bigger my balance becomes — Ameen Rihani

I wonder if it's rude for a deaf person to talk with food in their hands. — Demetri Martin

I know why people die of hopelessness. It comes on like a thick blanket, covering your thoughts, your confidence, creeping into your mind and filling the corners. I lie in the dark, suffocating under horrible dispare, wishing I were dead. I sleep, then wake, then sleep. The sleep is filled with monstrous dreams that attack, cry out, and vanish, leaving me once more awake and staring into the darkness. Help me! My mind is screaming, but there is no one to hear. — Joan Lowery Nixon

I actually wear two fragrances. It's a layered mystery. — Erin Heatherton

The Publican, in that he was an extortioner, unjust and an adulterer, made it thereby manifest that he did not love his neighbour; and thou by making a god, a saviour, a deliverer, of thy filthy righteousness, dost make it appear, that thou dost not love thy God; — John Bunyan

Today was the day; today was the day when they would realize what Zaphod had been up to. Today was what Zaphod Beeblebrox's presidency was all about. — Douglas Adams

The writer of stories must please, or he will be nothing. And he must teach whether he wish to teach or no. How — Anthony Trollope

We're together. You're mine. Which means, I give a shit. I'm always going to give a shit. We're going to fight, we're going to make mistakes, we're probably going to drive each other fucking crazy because, like I said earlier, you're a loon." I open my mouth to protest, but he keeps on talking. "Don't tell me I don't care about you, because it's bullshit. Don't tell me I'm not in this with you, because I am. I'm in it, sunshine. And I care - a hell of a lot more than I ever thought I would." He drops his forehead to rest against mine, and his voice loses a tiny bit of its edge. "This relationship - it's happening. You and me - we're partners. Equal partners, with equal feelings, and equal fucking chances of getting hurt. You got me? — Julie Johnson