Powderfinger Live Quotes & Sayings

The foolishness of chasing the moon ached my heart. I was stuck between the moon and the shore and surrounded by an empty sea. — Kevin James Moore

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers. — Emile M. Cioran

I have a home-school group with a couple of my friends. We switch off going to each others' houses and going to the library to do art and stuff. It's almost like our own little school - a really little school. — Willow Shields

We said it from the beginning. No strings. No regrets. We lay, tangled in a web of sheets, Limbs and anemic light, And we passed promises back and forth like slippery stars. You told me you were recovering from A broken heart. I told you I was recovering from A broken life. Fair enough, we agreed and laughed. We wrote stories on our bodies. Middles and endings Etched onto our feet and the palms of our hands. Our hopes were lettered in black and silver On a background of stark white flesh. We traded words on our tongues like tiny drops of melted sugar. — Autumn Doughton

It is still breathtaking to me to watch people bring love, preciousness and kindness to their inner world, allowing the light of God to shine through their eyes so that the beauty of their soul can come forth. — Debbie Ford

When I was a kid it was big news when someone flew around the world in a little aeroplane, but nobody cared when I did it. Then, to rub salt into my wounds, the customs people ripped my aeroplane to pieces, looking for stuff. — Gary Numan

Leave me, before I get over the wall & slay you. — Jerome K. Jerome

I'm not comfortable around guns. — Daniel Silva

Photography is an art of teleporting the past into the future. — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Is it possible that a tragedy can look so beautiful? The death of the leaves is the answer for this question! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The most miserable mortals are they that deliver themselves up to their palates, or to their lusts; the pleasure is short, and turns presently nauseous, and the end of it is either shame or repentance. — Seneca The Younger

If you look at revenge we are still winning three one you know, so I don't think it is a question of revenge, is a question of a personal thing — Jose Mourinho

I don't think writers choose the genre, the genre chooses us. I wrote out of the wish to create order out of disorder, the liking of a pattern. — P.D. James

Where was my mother? I wondered. I'd carried her so long, staggering beneath her weight. On the other side of the river, I let myself think. And something inside of me released. — Cheryl Strayed