Plz Kill Me Quotes & Sayings

May we be as severe with ourselves over our own subtle sins as we are with the vile sins we condemn in others — Jerry Bridges

What if every time you fought for love, you were fighting for the whole world? For the whole world - not against the whole world. — Sergei Lukyanenko

There is no reason for me to show my collection in New York, because it's not about craft and technique there. — Zac Posen

I went through a phase where I wanted to be a writer ... but it's not social enough. — Sophie Kennedy Clark

Too many strive for the unachievable, and this pursuit consumes them. They rush frantic and desperate and so reveal weakness in the face of sadness. More than weakness, in fact. It is in truth a kind of cowardice, that which espouses an evasive disposition as if it were a virtue. — Steven Erikson

I don't have Paul's calling - I'm not out there being all things to all men to win them for Christ - but sometimes I can be a signpost. Sometimes I can sow a seed. And post-hole diggers and seed sowers are mighty important in the building of the Kingdom. — Johnny Cash

Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe. HARRY — J.K. Rowling

Perhaps [James Herondale] loved vice for vice's own sake. — Cassandra Clare

Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end. — Leonard Nimoy

God puts certain things in certain people. I'm a restless soul. I'm always searching. I'm always pressing to find what truth is and what life is all about. — Jonathan Jackson

And at the same time, I had my very first concert at the age of 16. I hadn't heard a symphony orchestra before, and I was so deeply impressed I said I have to be a conductor. — Kurt Masur

I'm scammed almost every day. Or, if not scammed, at the very least someone tries to scam me. Usually more than once a day. — James Altucher

The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green; Green, also, the grapes on the green vine Shading the brickred porch tiles. The money's run out. How nature, sensing this, compounds her bitters. Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking. The sun shines on unripe corn. Cats play in the stalks. Retrospect shall not soften such penury - Sun's brass, the moon's steely patinas, The leaden slag of the world - But always expose The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay Against — Sylvia Plath