Ryan Gosling Feminist Quotes & Sayings

I'm just not very good at glamour ... It doesn't come easily to me. — Elize Du Toit

Why separate your spiritual life and your practical life? To an integral being, there is no such distinction. — Laozi

He hit the ball so hard, I couldn't even turn around in time to see it go over the fence. — Roger Clemens

She looks like a fairy tale, but yet feels so natural (natural, natural, natural)
This one's a beast, but way to wonderful to be compared to an animal — DJ Drama

your visit?' 'My superiors wish to come aboard to — Anthony Grey

[In my pre-success years] there was a constant hunger, measuring myself against other actors, and there was sometimes fear. But, there was always a need for self-improvement, to help with the struggle to make myself a better actor. — John Goodman

It's oneiric, a beautiful, formless sequence of silver nitrate shadows, and when it ends I wonder what happened, and then I begin to rebuild it in my head — Neil Gaiman

And all that talk about the breakup being good for us- who am I trying to fool? I'm cut loose, untethered, not belonging to anything or anybody. — Amy Tan

To the degree we're not living our dreams, our comfort zone has more control of us than we have over ourselves. — Peter McWilliams

We need to shed our unearthly and nonsocial and idealistic and romantic and uber-spiritual visions of kingdom and get back to what Jesus meant. By kingdom, Jesus means: God's Dream Society on earth, spreading out from the land of Israel to encompass the whole world. — Scot McKnight

I am the ticking, i am the pulsing, i am underneath every part of this moment — David Levithan

Being moderate with oneself and generous with others; this is what is meant by having a just relationship with money, by being free as far as money is concerned. — Natalia Ginzburg

What is life for? he asks himself. What is my life for? — Hanya Yanagihara

And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang's sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case's sensory input warped with their velocity. His mouth filled with an aching taste of blue. His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sounds of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine spines. The spines split, bisected, split again, exponential growth under the dome of the Tessier-Ashpool ice. — William Gibson