Perilously Define Quotes & Sayings

One path leads back to this world, to rebirth; one path leads beyond. Your soul stands at a crossword, trying to make a decision, flipping a coin, a nice image for the soul, I think. — Frederick Lenz

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights. — Jenim Dibie

Men. Sometimes you could kiss them forever and other times you could just take your glittery, red stilettos and jam them as far up their asses as they'd reach. — Nina Levine

Some of the things I'm talking about are very taboo and swept under the rug. As far as suicide and depression and alcoholism and stuff like that. Our community doesn't believe in therapy, they believe in dealing with it. — Stacy Barthe

Cabeswater was such a good listener. — Maggie Stiefvater

I am not on tumblr. I can barely spell tumblr. However, there does seem to be someone on tumblr (who copied my reddit user name) who is apparently trying to impersonate me. I like the idea that people are pretending to be me. I spend most of my time pretending not to be me. — Misha Collins

If they won't come to worship God in a church, something must be done. We have to instigate a nationwide search for a way to make it fun. — Paul McCartney

Rebecca, always Rebecca. Wherever I walked in Manderley, wherever I sat, even in my thoughts and in my dreams, I met Rebecca. I knew her figure now, the long slim legs, the small and narrow feet. Her shoulders, broader than mine, the capable clever hands. Hands that could steer a boat, could hold a horse. Hands that arranged flowers, made the models of ships, and wrote 'Max from Rebecca' on the fly-leaf of a book. I knew her face too, small and oval, the clear white skin, the cloud of dark hair. I knew the scent she wore, I could guess her laughter and her smile. If I heard it, even among a thousand others, I should recognize her voice. Rebecca, always Rebecca. I should never be rid of Rebecca. — Daphne Du Maurier