Rude Happy Valentines Day Quotes & Sayings

If heartbreak had a sound, it would be her sob. — Jay McLean

When every action has a purpose, every action has a result — Greg Plitt

There are tons of different reasons why you do TV series and why you don't, and how it'll affect your career, and all that. Without a doubt, it has always come down to the script for me. I'm an actor who wants to do great parts, and I've been very fortunate, for a long time, to get meaty roles. — Patrick Wilson

Slander is a vice that strikes a double blow; wounding both him that commits, and him against whom it is committed. — Bernard-Joseph Saurin

Women love to be called cruel, even when they are kindest. — Samuel Richardson

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it - but I did I bear it. The question remains: how? — Heinrich Heine

I told my wife she looks sexy with black fingernails. Now she thinks I slammed the car door on her hand on purpose. — Emo Philips

Friendship does not depend on conversation. Sometimes the most important communication is not mouth to ear, but heart to heart. — Dean Koontz

No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere
maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love. — Tammara Webber

So every single day, I found something to be grateful for and that's a powerful lesson. — Alice Barrett

Everyone steps in shit. They keep walking and it comes off. — H.M. Ward

Literature is so common a luxury that the age has grown fastidious. — Henry Theodore Tuckerman

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour ... it's green?"
"That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. — Suzanne Collins

Do jungle animals understand the true nature of the trees among which they have their daily being? In the parent-forest, amid those mighty trunks, we shelter and play; but whether the trees are healthy or corroded, whether they harbour demons or good spirites, we cannot say. Nor do we know the greatest secret of all: that one day we, too, will become as arboreal as they. And the trees, whose leaves we eat, whose bark we gnaw, remember sadly that they were animals once, they climbed like squirrels and bounded like deer, until one day they paused, and their legs grew down into the earth and stuck there, spreading, and vegetation sprouted from their swaying heads. They remember this as a fact; but the lived reality of their fauna years, the how-it-felt of that chaotic freedom is beyond recapture. They remember it as a rustle in their leaves. — Salman Rushdie