Ownthenight Quotes & Sayings

I know I don't throw very hard anymore, but I'd like to think I can still hurt a guy who's not looking. — Greg Maddux

Andy Kaufman's mom wanted a girl, his father wanted a boy, and they were both satisfied! — Jerry Lawler

Disappointment is temporary. Only your thought about it is permanent. Change your mind about what has disappointed you and you will change your life — Neale Donald Walsch

There isn't an end point to excellence where you have it and you can stop. Being your best self means keeping on trying. — Jo Walton

We take refuge in pride because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves. — Okakura Kakuzo

But if, once we return to the real world of human choice, we choose to be kind and generous, that is real love. — Gary Chapman

It is feeling that sets a man thinking, and not thought that sets him feeling. — George Bernard Shaw

We know that children with autism like order, that they are often very visual and that they can be quite literal. They deserve beautiful resources and symbols that make sense. If a picture does not explain visually, it is pointless and the child will stop looking to the pictures for information. — Adele Devine

Lilith Bresson, innocent of everything except having a bastard for a father, took her new fate with a calm that was terrifying. — Tabitha McGowan

There's a guy here with a third of a dead giraffe in the back of his truck and it looks pretty messed up, so I thought of you." I considered responding with "Who is this?" but it was perfectly obvious who it was and I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or perhaps flattered that my dad knew me so well. — Jenny Lawson

There's something simmering inside of me. Something I've never dared to tap into, something I'm afraid to acknowledge. There's a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I've trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Begging to let go. Every day I feel like I'm reliving the same nightmare. I open my mouth to shout, to fight, to swing my fists, but my vocal cords are cut, my arms are heavy and weighted down as if trapped in wet cement and I'm screaming but no one can hear me, no one can reach me and I'm caught. And it's killing me. I've always had to make myself submissive, subservient, twisted into a pleading, passive mop just to make everyone else feel safe and comfortable. My existence has become a fight to prove I'm harmless, and I'm not a threat, that I'm capable of living among other human beings without hurting them. And I'm so tired I'm so tire I'm so tired I'm so tired and sometimes I get so angry. I don't know what's happening to me. — Tahereh Mafi

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way — Leonard Cohen

They were beautiful nothings — Charles Bukowski