Nonessentially Quotes & Sayings

When everything was fine
And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds and utopias,
I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers, poets,
Searched for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.
What oppressed me so much
Was a bit shameful.
Talking of it aloud
Would show neither tact nor prudence.
It might even seem an outrage
Against the health of mankind ... — Czeslaw Milosz

No one could replace her for me, even if all I was holding onto was a memory. — Aurora Rose Reynolds

In an ideal world, you might imagine that scientific papers were only cited by academics on the basis of their content. This might be true. But lots of other stuff can have an influence. — Ben Goldacre

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags. — Walter Scott

I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. — Colleen Hoover

See you just don't understand women the way I do J.D. They want it all: a career apple martinis financial independence great shoes but at the same time - and this they'll never admit - they are drawn to patriarchal men who are dominant and controlling. That's the essence of the Darcy complex. He may be an asshole but he's an asshole that gets the girl in the end. — Julie James

I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament. — Ogden Nash

She has that something, like the thread in a crystal-bead necklace. She holds it all together. — Amish Tripathi

I don't read music. Not even essentially. Not even nonessentially. — Barbra Streisand

Homosexuality just wasn't what it used to be in the Golden Age of mystery writing. — Josh Lanyon

I was born in Bournemouth, England, in 1943. — J. Philippe Rushton

Their friendship sometimes struck Frances as being like a piece of soap-like a piece of ancient kitchen soap that had got worn to the shape of her hand, but which had been dropped to the floor so many times it was never quite free of its bits of cinder. — Sarah Waters

What to make of this man? He was proper. He was passionate. He had the public demeanor of an iceberg, but he kissed her as if she were his oasis in a vast, arid desert.
What are you doing to me? he'd whispered.
Charlotte had no idea.
But whatever it was, he was doing it back. — Tessa Dare