Red Grass Plant Quotes & Sayings

No speech is ever considered, but only the speaker. It's so much easier to pass judgement on a man than on an idea. — Ayn Rand

What a lousy world, even Lucifer has to resort to the small print. — Arturo Perez-Reverte

Photography can be a volatile situation. It can be very potent. — Platon

The message of individual liberty and peace is contagious. — Vince Vaughn

You don't even have to move for everything to become horribly complicated, for things to happen, for there to be anger and iitigation, you only have to breathe in this world, the slightest in-breath or out-breath like the minimum swaying inevitable in all light objects hanging by a thread, our veiled and neutral gaze like the inert oscillation of toy airplanes suspended from a ceiling, and that always end up going into battle because of that minimal tremor or pulsation. — Javier Marias

You deserve to be treated like the fucking warrior goddess you are - beautiful, strong, perfect. You deserve a man that can worship your body all night softly, then pull your hair back and fuck you till you scream out in release, over and over. You deserve an equal in life, but a man to dominate you in bed. You deserve the flowers and the fucks. — Jessica Florence

You can't get it right, until you make it wrong. — Helen Van Wyk

Let him be, Beth. Sometimes you can't help who you fall for. - Isiah — Katie McGarry

The first two pictures I did, I played a young student in prep school. When I did Lifeguard, everyone was saying, You're so Southern California. It was a surprise to me. — Parker Stevenson

When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does. — Marilyn Monroe

Remember, he hasn't much imagination. Or, rather, it's been frozen for a long while and hasn't had time to thaw. — Madeleine L'Engle

Without the spirit of the Lord Jesus, we will look upon 'the least of these' simply as the least. — Sinclair B. Ferguson

For Poesy alone can tell her dreams,
With the fine spell of words alone can save
Imagination from the sable charm
And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say,
'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?'
Since every man whose soul is not a clod
Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse
Be poet's or fanatic's will be known
When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. — John Keats