Neoromanticism Music Quotes & Sayings

I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice — Walter Scott

We were jealous, imagining a boyfriend who wanted you so bad he broke the law. — Emma Cline

Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you. — Cassandra Clare

I think everybody should have dyslexia and A.D.D. — Paul Orfalea

All the women I know feel a little like outlaws. — Marilyn French

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off. — Ani DiFranco

I'm very pessimistic about the future of the human species. We have been so indifferent to life on the whole that it will take its toll. It's not just the polar bears that are having a hard time; what we're doing is gradually impoverishing and poisoning the whole of the rest of life. — W.S. Merwin

Most people who think they're happy are really just stupid. — Tom Kitt

The direction of your focus is the direction your life will move. Let yourself move toward what is good, valuable, strong and true. — Ralph Marston

You can't know what difference you'll make, but you are part of something. I think so. We all have things we're meant to do. People we're meant to care about. We're all meant to matter. — Doug Wilhelm

Professionals never guess - they make it their business to know their business. — Michelle Moore

Life is the horse. — Rainbow Rowell

worry about Dawna, we'll keep her out of circulation." Raymond emerged from the master bedroom, pulling his shirt on. He was still barefoot, wearing his wrinkled chinos from the night before. — Sue Grafton

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe? — Allen Ginsberg