Ryen And Misha Quotes & Sayings

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our live trying to be less lonesome. And one of our ancient methods is to tell a story, begging the listener to say, and to feel, "Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought." To finish is sadness to a writer, a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done. — John Steinbeck

Tell me I'm crazy for thinking you're holding back from me as much as I'm hiding you. — Penelope Douglas

Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me.
Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes. — Penelope Douglas

You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting. — Camille Claudel

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream. — Penelope Douglas

He's the thrilling, scary Boyfriend who's going to dare you to do things you'd never dreamed of, shower you with unreasonable presents, and show up uninvited at the most embarrassing times. Then he's going to stick with you, refusing to take the hint when you don't answer his calls. — Sara Miles

Read widely, not in order to copy someone else's style, but to learn to appreciate and recognize good writing and to see how the best writers have achieved their result. Poor writing is, unfortunately, infectious and should be avoided. — P.D. James

I've been an ambassador of goodwill all over the world, spreading this message, did we do heal the world, treaty of all nations, circling this huge globe? What I don't understand is just singing about sex and "I want to get in a hot tub with you baby and rub you all over" and, but I get battered in the press as the weirdo. — Michael Jackson

Did you know that your open thighs are directly responsible for my renewable energy source? — Penelope Douglas

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them. — Penelope Douglas

How we lie to ourselves when we've fallen in love with the wrong man. — Julia Alvarez

We all know what weight sits on our souls, and no one is expected to ever forget the past - only to let it be past and focus on the present, — J.M. Sidorova

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself. — Penelope Douglas

You turn me on." He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek."
"God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you? — Penelope Douglas

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making. — Penelope Douglas

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please. — Penelope Douglas

Sunsets are the photography equivalent of people telling you what they dreamt. — Mamrie Hart

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold. — Penelope Douglas

And no matter how tough he acts, the stress of whatever situation he's in is in there somewhere. Buried deep or right underneath the surface. — Penelope Douglas

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself. — Penelope Douglas

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie. — Penelope Douglas