Rescale Quotes & Sayings

Emily was feeling the elation of conscientious hosts when they can temporarily escape a ubiquitous houseguest. — Carol Bly

Because, frankly, I have a tough time feeling that feminism has done a damn bit of good if I can't be the way I am and have the world accommodate it on some level. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

Not in that sense. What I need is the companionship of another person who can, as it were, complete me - supply what is wanting in me - be one with me in all my striving. MAIA. — Henrik Ibsen

So if animals aren't our friends, then what are they? The answer can be summed up between two buns. — Stephen Colbert

The library furnished our dreams, helped us shape our ambitions, made up people of books and ideas and grand designs. — Anne Rice

I was told afterwards, that some of those men who took me were professing Christians, but, to me, they did not seem to live up to what they professed; they did not seem, by their practice, at least, to recognise that God as their God, who hath said, 'thou shalt not deliver unto his master, the servant which is escaped from his master unto thee, he shall dwell with thee, even among you, in that place which he shall choose, in one of thy gates, where it liketh him best; thou shalt not oppress him.'--Deut. xxiii, 15, 16 — Moses Roper

If you find a problem, don't complain about it. To find the solution, be curious and wise. — Debasish Mridha

You can't help but change a little bit, but on the inside I'm still completely the same person. — Britney Spears

We were all wondering - could you stop the maracas — Caitlin Moran

In the city people are moving down sidewalks, up and down escalators, along aisles; they are stationed in the driver's seat of buses, at gas pumps, computers, and cash registers. There is a low-intensity fear in them. They avoid turning in certain directions, flailing their arms or poking their hands in certain ways. They respect invisible barriers. — Alphonso Lingis

What kind of woman was she? What kind of woman was it who called to me from that calamity on the Seventh Avenue line? What kind of woman do I love now, with a fealty that will not cease, not till my occluded arteries send their clots up to the spongy interiors in my skull and I go mute and slack? I love the kind of woman whose hair has gone gray in a not terribly flattering way, the kind who doesn't even notice how she has to keeps having to buy larger jeans, the kind who likes big cars because she doesn't like to be uncomfortable. I love this woman because she is gifted with astounding premonitory skills: no matter how uncertain, how despondent, how lost her mate feels, no matter how dire the circumstances, she nonetheless predicts that Everything will be roses. — Rick Moody

We are here to enjoy the breathtaking views of life with love. — Debasish Mridha

The heart is a map of the world, did you know that?" "I don't even know what it means," he said. "I saw a medieval map once. It showed the earth as a flat disc with Jerusalem in the center. Rome was bigger than Africa, and America was not even shown, of course. The heart is that kind of map. The self is in the middle and everything else is out of proportion. You draw the friends of your youth large, then later it's impossible to rescale them when other more important people need to be added. Anyone who has done you wrong is shown too big, and so is anyone you loved. — Ken Follett

I have given you my whole heart, all of my body, and everything in my soul. And I have never felt so wanted. But I need to be loved." "But — Lauren Blakely