Rockshell Opossum Quotes & Sayings

Shyness is just egoism out of its depth. — Penelope Keith

All the pain means that I am alive. I will think about that instead. — Rae Carson

When something is as fundamental as trust the danger is that everyone thinks they understand what it is and therefore fail to define it. — David Amerland

The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination. — Mieczyslaw Jastrun

We talk of choosing our friends, but our friends are self-elected. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Stay, Sophie. Looking at you makes me feel better." Cody shot a more energetic grin at his employer and friend.

"Why?" she asked.

"You're hot, babe." Cody shot a wicked smirk at his boss.

"Cody, find your own hot woman to drool over." A war of looks began between the two men, half sneers and mockingly threatening scowls.

"Can't. Stuck in this damn bed. So I'll borrow yours. — Lauren Smith

Law itself is either suspended, or regarded as an instrument that the state may use in the service of constraining and monitoring a given population; the state is not subject to the rule of law, but law can be suspended or deployed tactically and partially to suit the requirements of a state that seeks more and more to allocate sovereign power to its executive and administrative powers. The law is suspended in the name of "sovereignty" of the nation, where "sovereignty" denotes the task of any state to preserve and protect its own territoriality. — Judith Butler

It can be liberating to get fired because you realize the world doesn't end. There's other ways to make money, better jobs. — Ron Livingston

And all the while one spirit uttered this,
The other one did weep so, that, for pity,
I swooned away as if I had been dying,
And fell, even as a dead body falls. — Dante Alighieri

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too
what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? — Robert Browning

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. — Joy Harjo