Roch Theriault Quotes & Sayings

Wondered why it was the people that I loved the most who could disappoint me the hardest — Becca Fitzpatrick

It is August.
My life is going to change. I feel it. — Raymond Carver

It's not easy to look the way I do: in popular culture, one only sees a face like mine on the Phaontom of the Opera, on Freddie Krueger from Elm Street, or on Leatherface from deep in the heart of Texas. Sure, a burn victim may "get the girl" - but usually only with a pickax. — Andrew Davidson

No, the single most humiliating part of the whole fucking humiliating exercise in abject humiliation was that somewhere between then and now, Grace had actually thought Vaughn was a nice guy, — Sarra Manning

I think you might try leading your life as though it's just you. If he comes back and you know your life will be better with him, then great. But you'll also know you're enough on your own. — Louise Penny

Inside every one of us is a garden, and every practitioner has to go back to their garden and take care of it. Maybe in the past, you left in untended for a long time. You should know exactly what is going on in your own garden, and try to put everything in order. Restore the beauty; restore the harmony in your garden. If it is well tended, many people will enjoy your garden. — Nhat Hanh

In junior high, I really wanted to be popular. Suddenly there were parties with boys, and I wanted to be part of that. There was a group of girls, and I wanted to be friends with them. — Amy Heckerling

But power was not friendship. And these people were not my friends. — Leila Sales

I have rare moments of competence. — Peter V. Brett

love is not comprised of words, pretty though they are to hear. It is comprised of the choices you make in every moment. — Tracy Rees

Paralympic sport and other disability sport can and should be celebrated in its own right. — Stella Young

Lawdy Mama, those Friday nights when Suzy wore her dresses down tight. — Elton John

I rode to meet you: dreams
like living beings swarmed around me
and the moon on my right side
followed me, burning.
I rode back: everything changed.
My soul in love was sad
and the moon on my left side
trailed me without hope.
To such endless impressions
we poets give ourselves absolutely,
making, in silence, omen of mere event,
until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul. — Alexander Pushkin