Scrawling Graffiti Quotes & Sayings

She could hear, some way off, her brothers calling to each other in the woods behind the house. She hoped desperately that their game wouldn't bring them any closer, that they wouldn't scare the birds away.
Somehow she knew that you didn't get many moments like this in your life: moments when you knew, without any doubt, that you were alive, when you felt the air in your lungs and the wet grass beneath your feet and the cotton on your skin; moments when you were completely in the present, when neither the past nor the future mattered.
She tried to slow her breathing, hoping somehow to make this moment last forever. — Neil Gaiman

The possibility of my presidential candidacy emerged spontaneously in public opinion polls. For my part, I noticed people's affection when I was doing work on the ground. I think the important thing is that my candidacy was born from citizens themselves, driven by the people and which the parties picked up favorably. — Michelle Bachelet

Often, what allows someone to behave heroically in dire circumstances is unpalatable in day-to-day life. — Nic Pizzolatto

All analyses end badly. Each 'termination' leaves the participants with the taste of ashes in their mouths; each is absurd; each is a small, pointless death. Psychoanalysis cannot tolerate happy endings; it casts them off the way the body's immunological system casts off transplanted organs. — Janet Malcolm

Democracy ain't so fun when it fucks you. — Justin Halpern

Wonders are many ... but none is more wonderful than man — Sophocles

There was a yoga teacher in India in the twelfth century named Saraha, and he said (to loosely paraphrase him): "Those who believe in existence as solid are stupid. Those who believe that everything is empty are even more stupid." He was referring to any beliefs that limit our experience and cause us to be unable to perceive what's in front of our eyes and nose. Beliefs that we hold so strongly and so dearly that we're willing to fight for them, beliefs that blind us and make us deaf. — Pema Chodron

Look at me Ethan. Am I Dark, or am I Light?'
I looked at her, and I knew what she was. The girl I loved. The girl I would always love.
Instinctively, I grabbed the gold book in my pocket. It was warm, as if some part of my mother was alive within it. I pressed the book into Lena's hand, feeling the warmth spread into her body, I willed her to feel it- the kind of love within the book, the kind of love that never died.
'I know what you are, Lena. I know your heart. You can trust me. You can trust yourself. — Kami Garcia