Paparazzi Monday Quotes & Sayings

Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes;
And when in act they cease, in prospect rise. — Alexander Pope

ROM2.11 For there is no respect of persons with God. — Anonymous

But I did like looking at her. It was harder now, knowing all the ways she sucked, but she was still gorgeous. — Joshua Ferris

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory. — Marcel Proust

My wife would fight the world for me. It was miraculous to know that. When no one else had fought for me, I'd somehow found the one soul who would. — Sylvia Day

That really hurt my feelings, bro. — Zack Ryder

The most important attribute for success in value investing is patience, patience, and more patience. The majority of investors do not possess this characteristic. — Peter Cundill

Akira's funeral wouldn't be tasteful. There would be firecrackers and alcohol and beautiful men weeping. "Incredibly tasteful." Jacob — Alisha Rai

Perhaps the deepest reason we are afraid of death is that we do not know who we are. We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity; but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our "biography", our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit card ... It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security. So when they are all taken away, will we have any idea of who we really are? — Sogyal Rinpoche

I never cheat or steal. Also, I never wear a top-hat with a sack coat or munch bananas in public on the streets, because a gentleman does not do those things either. I would as soon do the one as the other sort of thing
it is all a matter of harmony and good taste. — H.P. Lovecraft

Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame
and hate. Focus my energy on something other than the ache in my heart. — Emily Giffin

It became apparent to enthusiasts of locomotive travel that there was at least one unscheduled train on the tracks of Palimpsest. It did not stop at any of the stations, for one thing. Astrologers and geologists were consulted; they are much the same folk in this part of the world. The astrologer gazes upward and scries out shapes in the sky, and to do this he builds great towers so as to be closest to the element of his choice. The geologist is an astrologer who once, just once, happened to look down. From such great heights she glimpses the enormous shapes stamped on the earth, the long polygons made by the borders of farms and rivers and mill towns, littoral masses and city walls, a reflection of the celestial mosaic. In these loamy constellations Palimpsest is but a decorative flourish; they are so vast and complex that in her lifetime the geologist may chart but the tiniest part of the conterration which contains her tower. It is a long and lonely life to which few are called. — Catherynne M Valente