My Middle Finger Salutes U Quotes & Sayings

Nobody wants to hear how I think I've been mistreated, or how I think my punishment should be lifted, or tweaked, or reduced. Nobody wants to hear me say that, nobody cares what I think about this. I get it. — Lance Armstrong

His eyes, usually as black and hard as obsidian were softer now, with the sheen of a crow's wing in sunlight. "You love me anyway," she teased.
"That's true," he said softly.
"Your weakness," she replied in equally quiet tones.
"No. My strength." They made love, this time without the power of their combined Gifts flowing hot between them, yet Martise would argue with anyone that its absence made no difference. There was sorcery aplenty in loving the one you held most dear. — Grace Draven

What does the pilgrim hope for at journey's end? Her beliefs confirmed? Revelation? Or does she secretly wish that the destination never quite materializes, that it keeps receding, ever shrouded in the distance, all the more to feed an inextinguishable devotion? — Chang-rae Lee

Nobody wants to be racist and I think that most people aren't. — Helen Fielding

It's not who I am underneath but what I do that defines me. — Christian Bale

Praying is the power of being. — Lailah Gifty Akita

It was my mother who gave me my voice. She did this, I know now, by clearing a space where my words could fall, grow, then find their way to others. — Paula Giddings

And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true. — Jack Kerouac

You can't go over every beat, every second, and worry about how you can do it better - it'll eat you alive. — William Sanderson

I'm not a saviour," he said.
She, of all people knew no one was and that she didn't deserve one.
"I'm not asking you to be. — Nicole Locke

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe? — Kate Chopin