Nauroyt Quotes & Sayings

You will say good-bye for all the right reasons. You're tired of living in wait for his apocalypse. You have your own fight on your hands, and though it's no bigger or more noble than his, it will require all of your energy.
It's you who has to hold on to earth. You have to tighten your grip
which means letting go of him. — Melissa Bank

Why not just do something a little more on the gentle side? — Chris LeDoux

The reason so many people fail to achieve success is because they fail to fail enough times. — Robert Kiyosaki

I'm not particularly fond of the Summer bitch, pardon my French, — Julie Kagawa

What the people want is very simple - they want an America as good as its promise. — Barbara Jordan

The only music we ever listened to out in the piney woods was Roy Acuff and the Grand Ole Opry. That was the only night of the week I was allowed to lay in the middle of the bed with Mama and Daddy, just long enough to hear Roy Acuff sing; then I had to go back to bed. — George Jones

You may not have chosen what is happening to your body, but you can choose how you respond. — Lee L Jampolsky

Don't forget to smile. DFTS — Zendaya Coleman

Mistake not. Those pleasures are not pleasures that trouble the quiet and tranquillity of thy life. — Jeremy Taylor

creative geniuses weren't qualitatively better in their fields than their peers. They simply produced a greater volume of work, which gave them more variation and a higher chance of originality. — Adam M. Grant

Prayer is not a preparation for the battle; it is the battle! — Leonard Ravenhill

I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I'm the moth. My heart flutters like the paper thin wings. And he is the flame, incendiary, scorching my soul.
He inhales so heavily, like he's been holding his breath under water. He presses his lips against mine and tugs at my hair gently. My head falls back and my mouth falls open. His tongue, slick as silver, dances with mine.
I'm wrong. I'm not a moth. I'm Icarus and I've flown too close to the sun. — A.D. Evans

I felt motion in the landscape; in the fresh, easy-blowing morning wind, and in the earth itself, as if the shaggy grass were a sort of loose hide, and underneath it herds of wild buffalo were galloping, galloping ... Alone, — Willa Cather

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman

A jerk on a motorcycle is equal to a leaf, because I find it beautiful when these things fall. — Demetri Martin