Scatterers Quotes & Sayings

She leaned down, a fraction closer, and for some
reason unknown to man, he lifted his head the tiniest
bit. Enough so she could brush his cheek with her
lips. Good night, Mr. Merrick. — Anne Mallory

Whe you sit face to face with someone who is pleasant, respectful and polite, you have a hard time reminding yourself that nothing he says is true, that nothing is sincere. Maintaining nonbelief requires a tremendous effort and the proper training. — Milan Kundera

Even though the art world goes through trends, you do know that it'll come up again. — Kalup Linzy

Tell him I didn't want to leave him — Veronica Roth

And there's the rub. He figures he has worked long and hard, and suffered much to become the asshole he is by now, and, since these solutions work for him after a lifetime of floundering grief, he is not about to change. He doesn't feel misunderstood, so much as non-understood. — Steve Goldman

I got interested in the American culture war back in 2004, and it's one of the only growth stocks I've ever invested in. — Jonathan Haidt

Divinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended. — Hildegard Of Bingen

The mind goes on working no matter how we try to hold it back. — Frank Herbert

When I was shooting 'Mud,' every day was my favourite! I had so much fun on this film and loved working with all the cast and crew! It was a great experience. — Tye Sheridan

But the feeling of a limb as a sensory and motor part of oneself seems to be innate, built-in, hardwired - and this supposition is supported by the fact that people born without limbs may nonetheless have vivid phantoms in their place.4 — Oliver Sacks

Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles? — Victor Hugo

Prayer is, above all, a means of forming character. It combines freedom and power with service and love. What — Dallas Willard

A deep, black grief gripped Robert Kennedy in the months following his brother's assassination. He lost weight, fell into melancholy silences, wore his brother's clothes, smoked the cigars his brother had liked, and imitated his mannerisms. — Thurston Clarke

I suppose I hadn't believed in Fate until that point. But it's hard not to [...] when you think that there was no way, across miles, continents, vast ocean, we were meant to see each other again. — Jojo Moyes