Outbreeding Depression Quotes & Sayings

I stand before you a weekend version of your reflection begging for direction, for my soul needs resurrection. — DMX

I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life. — Melissa De La Cruz

How do you know that God didn't speak to Charles Darwin? — Jack Lemmon

In Friendship we only see those faults which may be prejudicial to our friends. In love we see no faults but those by which we suffer ourselves. — Jean De La Bruyere

Have a lived life instead of a career. Put yourself in the safekeeping of good taste. Lived freedom will compensate you for a few losses ... If you don't like the style of others, cultivate your own. Get to know the tricks of reproduction, be a self-publisher even in conversation, and then the joy of working can fill your days. — Christopher Hitchens

I was reluctant to be critical of the United States because I thought the United States could do no wrong; that the government could not lie to its people. — Eric Kandel

Never even attempt to disturb anyone's tendencies. — Swami Vivekananda

Aging allows us to drop the baggage. It is only through life experiences that our incredible power can be brought forward in all its glory. — Susan Jeffers

Nila was the culprit - my undoing. She melted me. She was the fucking sun. And I was about to splash out her heat. — Pepper Winters

RRC remains the best publication to hit my mailbox — Cameron Crowe

The strongest thing you can cultivate as an entrepreneur is to not rely on luck but cultivating an ability to recognize fortunate situations when they are occurring. — Jack Dorsey

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd. — Mary Ann Shaffer

Nothing had warned him that he might be overwhelmed by the swaying, shining vision of a girl he hadn't seen in years, a girl whose every glance and gesture could make his throat fill up with longing ("Wouldn't you like to be loved by me?"), and that then before his very eyes she would dissolve and change into the graceless, suffering creature whose existence he tried every day of his life to deny but whom he knew as well and as painfully as he knew himself, a gaunt constricted woman whose red eyes flashed reproach, whose false smile in the curtain call was as homely as his own sore feet, his own damp climbing underwear and his own sour smell. — Richard Yates