Rory Bushfield Quotes & Sayings

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging. — Barry Lyga

I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't. — Alex Flinn

I consider nothing low but ignorance, vice, and meanness, characteristics generally found where the animal propensities predominate over the higher sentiments. — William John Wills

Music does bring people together.
It allows us to experience the same emotions — John Denver

Most people report dreaming principally in visual images. Freud, however, assumes that dreams start from a dream-thought that is best expressed in words and translate it into a picture-language which is intellectually inferior because it cannot convey logical connections; the analyst restores to the dream its verbal character. — Sigmund Freud

My parents taught me to react quickly when temptation comes and to say 'No!' instantly and emphatically. I recommend that same counsel to you. Avoid temptations. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

When I'm in love, I can't stand anyone. — Stefano Benni

Hope can kill you but it will not let you die. — Pushkar Ganesh Vaidya

I have been your draft for my whole life, let me in or discard me forever. — M.F. Moonzajer

What now?"
Conrad didn't let me off the hook that easy. He said, "What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me? — Jenny Han

Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another. — Haruki Murakami

God invites while the devil pressures and shoves and bullies. Realize who holds the actual power before you react. You are greater than Satan; God is greater than all. — Richelle E. Goodrich

All the while, Everett felt both the threat of disorder and the steady, thrumming promise of having everything he wanted, all at once. — Maile Meloy