Pmsing But No Period Quotes & Sayings

It's time to take a look at my failures and stop calling them successes. Now I can start working at something that can use me best. — Nina Simone

I lay down beside him and stared directly into the sun. He turned on his side and propped his head on his elbow.

"You'll go blind doing that," he said in a low voice.

"Leave me alone."

"Why are you in such a bad mood? You PMSing?"

"What do you know about it?"

"A lot."

"I doubt that, and even if I were, it's beyond rude to talk to me about it." I hadn't started my period yet, but I wasn't going to tell him that. — Renee Carlino

My belief is that we do not currently operate on a frequency of consciousness that is capable of interpreting the information required to understand the great mystery. I — Russell Brand

I typically don't adopt the ascetic approach. In part, that's because I do use the Net for research even as I'm writing (to check facts, or so on). But I think it's also because I find the possibility of distraction comforting. — James Surowiecki

When you have become God's in the measure he desires, then he himself will bestow you upon others; unless, to your greater glory, he chooses to keep you all to himself. — Saint Basil

Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too. — Albert Camus

They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. — Cornelia Funke

Belial pounds on the door and we both go still. We're panting like mad. Nothing like a dose of your girlfriend's father to douse the kindled fires. Anna giggles in a very mischievous way and I grin.
My lovely little vixen. — Wendy Higgins