Oroborus Quotes & Sayings

Whoa,calm-
I whipped around, slapping my palm flat against the chest of-Jack. Again. Seriously,one of these times I was going to kill him by accident. Or on purpose.And I wasn't going to be sorry. — Kiersten White

Other men might respond by saying: Okay, this is interesting, but I don't think like that. I don't even think about gender. Maybe not. And that is part of the problem. That many men do not actively think about gender or notice gender. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Angry at being angry - there's a worm that will eat its tail and no mistake. I should have Oroborus on my family crest. — Mark Lawrence

I do not suppose you have anything less potent?" "Certainly," he said. "I have the finest champagne, imported from France." "No doubt smuggled," Miss Hobson muttered. "Quite so," Vincent said agreeably. "This is Cornwall, after all. — Brooklyn Ann

The constructs of organized thought are all around us, the golden age will come when they are freed. — Tom Althouse

It was time for me to go that Thursday night. We'd just watched Citizen Kane--a throwback to my Cinema 190 class at USC--and it was late. And though a soft, cozy bed in one of the guest rooms sounded much more appealing than driving all the way home, I'd never really wanted to get into the habit of sleeping over at Marlboro Man's house. It was the Pretend-I'm-a-Proper-Country-Club-Girl in me, mixed with a healthy dose of fear that Marlboro Man's mother or grandmother would drop by early in the morning to bring Marlboro Man some warm muffins or some such thing and see my car parked in the driveway. Or even worse, come inside the house, and then I'd have to wrestle with whether or not to volunteer that "I slept in a guest room! I slept in a guest room!", which only would have made me look more guilty. Who needs that? I'd told myself, and vowed never to put myself in that predicament. — Ree Drummond

I don't want to live my life someday. Then you never end up living at all. — Terri Osburn

What if at the core, if you dug deep enough, uncovered every truth ... what if at the heart of it all.. there was a lie, like a worm at the centre of the apple, coiled like Oroborus, just as the secret of men hides coiled at the centre of each piece of you, no matter how fine you slice? Wouldn't that be a fine joke now? — Mark Lawrence

In order to fix it, you need a passionate anger about something that doesn't work well. — James Dyson