Night Bugs That Eat Quotes & Sayings

We need to start work with the idea that we're going to learn every day. I learn, even at my position, every single day. — Chanda Kochhar

I'm too busy looking for the next role to do. I think about how to continue, to survive in the same vein. I like my career and my life as it is. — John Travolta

I think of that lost world, the way we lived before these new networking technologies, as having two poles: solitude and communion. The new chatter puts us somewhere in between, assuaging fears of being alone without risking real connection. It is a shallow between two deeper zones, a safe spot between the dangers of contact with ourselves, with others. — Rebecca Solnit

It is assumed that the woman must wait, motionless, until she is wooed. That is how the spider waits for the fly. — George Bernard Shaw

No matter what, they always had each other. How did people get through life without sisters? — Michelle Madow

A scream hurled up my throat, but I never heard it. I'd slipped into a welcoming darkness. — Megan Shepherd

Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn. — Leo Tolstoy

We were intrigued by the fact that we had so much actual behavior among people on our dating site, OKCupid. — Sam Yagan

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man. — Monique Roffey

I think I may have an addiction. A sex-maniac beast has awoken, and I am a horny mess nearly all the time. I almost feel suprised that I haven't yet grabbed Estelle and shoved my tongue down that beautiful girls throat. I'd probably get father with Estelle than with her brother.
Oh my God. What is wrong with me? — Jessica Park

Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up. — Haruki Murakami

As for others whose lives are not so ordered, he reminds himself constantly of the characters they exhibit daily and nightly at home and abroad, and of the sort of society they frequent; and the approval of such men, who do not even stand well in their own eyes, has no value for him. — Marcus Aurelius

The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at night down the middle of the street and hear women talking on the telephone. Warmer weather produces voices in the dark. They are talking about their adolescent sons. How big, how fast. The sons are almost frightening. The quantities they eat. The way they loom in doorways. These are the days that are full of wormy bugs. They are in the grass, stuck to the siding, hanging in the hair, hanging from the trees and eaves, stuck to the window screens. The women talk long-distance to grandparents of growing boys. They share the Trimline phone, beamish old folks in hand-knit sweaters on fixed incomes.
What happens to them when the commercial ends? — Don DeLillo

Nothing is certain by uncertainty. — Gilbert K. Chesterton