Petoskey Mi Quotes & Sayings

Didn't I tell these motherfuckers to get the fuck up out of my house?" Veronica yelled to no one in particular. To — Shacoby Fleming-Estelle

Writing about why you write is a funny business, like scratching what doesn't itch. Impulses are mysterious, and explaining them must be done with mirrors, like certain cunning slight-of-hand routines. — Patricia Hampl

Googling yourself is maybe one of the worst things you can do. I did it once, and someone had to talk me off a ledge. — Winona Ryder

In high school, everybody rapped. You just pounded on the table. — Boots Riley

11Finally, brothers, [1] rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, [2] agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you. 12Greet one another with a holy kiss. 13All the saints greet you. 14The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all. — Anonymous

Thirst of wealth no quiet knows, But near the death-bed fierce grows. — Anne Finch

The water nymphs who came to Poseidon
explained how little they desired to couple
with the gods. Except to find out
whether it was different, whether there was
a fresh world, another dimension in their loins.
In the old Pittsburgh, we dreamed of a city
where women read Proust in the original French,
and wondered whether we would cross over
into a different joy if we paid a call girl
a thousand dollars for a night. Or an hour.
Would it be different in kind or only
tricks and apparatus? I worried that a great
love might make everything else an exile.
It turned out that being together
at twilight in the olive groves of Umbria
did, indeed, measure everything after that. — Jack Gilbert

Russians are too kind, they lack the ability to apply determined methods of revolutionary terror. — Vladimir Lenin

Destroying species is like tearing pages out of an unread book, written in a language humans hardly know how to read, about the place where they live. — Holmes Rolston III

If he walked, he discovered, he did not have to think, and that was just the way he liked it; when he thought, his mind went to places he could not control, places that made him feel uncomfortable. Exhaustion was the best thing. — Neil Gaiman