Mutilated Lips Quotes & Sayings

I would give something to know for precisely whom the deeds were really done, of which it is publicly stated they were done 'for the Fatherland'. — Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

Put her in any situation that was even vaguely new and personal and she was lost; her pale, almost translucent skin and auburn hair seemed to signal everything she was feeling. She may raise her chin in proud disdain and even curl her lip in an emergency, but nobody was likely to be fooled if she glowed the colour of a midsummer sunset. — Stuart Hill

Spend your time and energy creating, not criticizing. — H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Sometimes legends can be true. — Sharon Cameron

Christ came to bring healing to those who are spiritually sick-you say that you are perfectly well, so you must go your own way and Christ will go in another direction-towar ds sinners. — Charles Spurgeon

People just can't cope with happiness. — Paulo Coelho

Can't keep up, you haters too slow. — Wiz Khalifa

On waking from the dream, we see that birth and death, the sense of self, other - all of these things fade away. — Frederick Lenz

It's a hard world for little things. — Davis Grubb

Vienna School merges with the thought of Ayn Rand. She believed that competition was the meaning of life itself; Hitler said much the same thing. Such reductionism, although temptingly elegant, is fatal. If nothing matters but competition, then it is natural to eliminate people who resist it and institutions that prevent it. — Timothy Snyder

Autumn comes
like a buyer of cloth,
her long fingers
touching,
turning orange,
yellow, brown.

taking what she wants,
stretching
the bone taut air.

Her skin crackles beneath
our feet.

I didn't think anyone wanted me,

bruises pulled
like a sweater around
my neck.

We talk
in the pore tightening air,
branches bare,
about the girl buried in the chill
of prewinter.

We show each other
our mutilated children
in the guise of women
as autumn plucks
at our lips.

Each color,
blue, black, ochre
popping like kisses
on the rib lined flesh,
the puberty soft things.

And we muse
how women
keep bruises
hidden
beneath dead
leaves. — Janice Mirikitani

I really spend as long as I can sketching everything out and working on the structure before I sit down to type out scenes. — Rian Johnson