Rocas Plutonicas Quotes & Sayings

Surveys show that surveys never lie. — Natalie Angier

I realized I was going to get through this disappointing service, and anyway, you have to be somewhere: better here, where I have heard truth spoken so often, than, say, at the DMV, or home alone, orbiting my own mind. And it's good to be out where others can see you, so you can't be your ghastly spoiled self. It forces you to act slightly more elegantly, and this improves your thoughts, and thereby the world. — Anne Lamott

I could tell that the wolf thought he had it in the bag, a savage smile curling up the edges of his mouth, when all of a sudden the tree next to ours swung one of its branches over and whacked the ever-loving shit out of that wolf, right on its stupid wolf head. — Elle Casey

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again. — Neil Gaiman

The starlight, which seemed strangely bright tonight, wasn't starlight at all. Instead, Lucifer's demons had gathered high in the firmament above. It was their eyes that shone like stars through the wildfire smoke. — Lauren Kate

There's homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world but at the core you just love someone and want to make mixed tapes for them. — Sara Quin

We have our own thoughts, and if we want others to know them, we must tell them. — Henry Cloud

I realised that all this talk was of no value and at its best only led to clever phrases. — Hermann Hesse

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? — William Makepeace Thackeray

If you really want to persuade someone who doesn't wish to be persuaded, you should tell him a story. — Steven D. Levitt

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich
yes, richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head. — Edwin Arlington Robinson