Plaintiveness Quotes & Sayings

RED EARTH is a great escape story! — Harvey Mendez

Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols. — Herman Melville

Who are those we love? Only those we do not hate. — George Bernard Shaw

I tried to do my best impression of The Jonas Brothers, but no matter how hard I tried I ended up looking cool! — Alex Trebek

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs - torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes. — E.J. Stevens

The perfect man of pagans was the perfection of the man there is; the perfect man of christians, the perfection of the man there isn't; the buddhists' perfect man, the perfection of not existing a man. — Fernando Pessoa

Clyde's mother was an ample, olive-dark woman with the worn and disappointed look of someone who had spent her life doing things for others: occasionally the mulling plaintiveness of her voice suggested that she regretted this. — Truman Capote

The more you suffered, the more you survived. It shaped people in different ways, and what broke one person could empower another. — Penelope Douglas

My first show, in England, was called 'Soldier, Soldier.' — James Callis

Did you know, I'm still in love with this blue sky until forever and ever, eternally. — Mika.

Time is a place where most of the relationships get lost. And, the ugliest part is that there are no lost and found boxes. There is no hope that you might get it back. — Himanshu Chhabra

Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation. — Dorothy Parker

I feel thankful for the grace of life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Human-centered design. Meeting people where they are and really taking their needs and feedback into account. When you let people participate in the design process, you find that they often have ingenious ideas about what would really help them. And it's not a onetime thing; it's an iterative process. — Melinda Gates

The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. — Ray Bradbury