Rulli Larkspur Quotes & Sayings

In our glorious fight for civil rights, we must guard against being fooled by false slogans, such as 'right-to-work.' It provides no 'rights' and no 'works.' Its purpose is to destroy labor unions and the freedom of collective bargaining ... . We demand this fraud be stopped. — Martin Luther King Jr.

...she was followed a few weeks ago by some, I don't know, albino guy? Some white guy. Really white." "The fuck? How white can these Americans get? — Karina Halle

On every shopping trip, there is one indulgence. — Judy Blundell

Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it. — George R R Martin

The secret to thriving is the knowledge that we are never simply victims of our bodies. It's very reassuring to know that we all have within us the ability to heal from anything and go on to live joy-filled lives. — Christiane Northrup

Legalizing abortion to get government out of the bedroom is like legalizing cannibalism to get government out of the kitchen. — Joseph Sobran

It was funny, Grey thought. Not funny ha-ha, but funny strange, the whole idea of time. He'd thought it was one thing but it was actually another. It wasn't a line but a circle, and even more; it was a circle made of circles made of circles, each lying on top of the other, so that every moment was next to every other moment, all at once. And once you knew this you couldn't unknow it. Such as now the way he could see events as they were about to unfold, as if they'd already happened, because in a way they had. — Justin Cronin

Because of Diamond, I have had to begin much of the work afresh. I will not, however, rid myself of her, nor even punish her. She knew not what she was doing, and that which she did was for my protection and for love of my person. Her place remains at my side or against my feet when I lie abed. — Isaac Newton

I put my little yellow ball earrings in and wore my hair pulled up and back with a yellow banana clip holding it loosely. — Charlaine Harris

He had always wanted to write music, and he could give no other identity to the thing he sought. If you want to know what it is, he told himself, listen to the first phrases of Tchaikovsky's First Concerto
or the last movement of Rachmaninoff's Second. Men have not found the words for it, nor the deed nor the thought, but they have found the music. Let me see that in one single act of man on earth. Let me see it made real. Let me see the answer to the promise of that music. Not servants nor those served; not altars and immolations; but the final, the fulfilled, innocent of pain. Don't help me or serve me, but let me see it once, because I need it. Don't work for my happiness, my brothers
show me yours
show me that it is possible
show me your achievement
and the knowledge will give me courage for mine. — Ayn Rand

But the truth is that I had never wanted him to kiss me, not in the way you are supposed to want these things. I mean, he was gorgeous. I was attracted to him. I thought about him in that way, to borrow a phrase from the middle school vernacular. But the actual touch, the realized touch ... it was all wrong. — John Green

This is the end to my Saturday night. My cat has watched me whack off to a vision of my best friend. "Don't say a word," I hiss. He looks away, lifting his chin haughtily. But he'll keep my secret. I'll keep his, too, the fucking little voyeur. — Lauren Blakely

I can pretty much justify anything as work if I'm reading the news or whatever. — Jenna Marbles

Do you trust me?" [Daemon] snapped.
"Yes." No hesitation, no doubts.
He finally stopped moving and faced her. "Do you know how desperately I love you?"
[Janelle's] voice shook when she answered, "As much as I love you?"
He held her, held on to her as his lifeline, his anchor. It would be all right. As long as he had her, it would be all right. — Anne Bishop

This is how I want to be at the end of my life, white-haired, red-cheeked, with a radiant intelligence evident in clear bright eyes. — Susan Brind Morrow