Seasonless Tights Quotes & Sayings

I am a struggling writer. A middle-aged man with two little kids and I'm just trying to earn a living. So buy this book - or my kids will have to go to foster care. — Christopher Darden

I know." She sighed. "We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces. — Kim Stanley Robinson

The cold gods," she said. "The ones in the night. The white shadows. — George R R Martin

I cant believe anybody would celebrate a holiday where a jolly prowler breaks into your house and leaves gifts. — Squidward Tentacles

If you ask most high schoolers who Bruce Lee is, they will say that it someone they sit next to in English class. — Seth Rogen

The clouds in the movies have always seemed more real to me than those on TV. There would be no clouds on Modern Family, that was certain, and I was not sure I could work in a world without clouds. — Andrew Durbin

Dream big so your life will be big. — Geoff Pridham

I was looking for a new challenge and got an interest in trying to make a difference for families. You become more aware of how important families are. They are the key institution in our culture. The reason I got into politics was to try to make a difference for that key institution, whether it was tax policy, education policy, or whatever. — Jim Jordan

Some wrong eternity that wouldn't budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was. — Deborah Digges

I like the unknown. I like mystery. — Eric Bana

Lamium

Migraine dreams, jagged seams,
A badge of love and pain.
Or dreamy eyes, sleepy eyes,
Drooping, closing, losing light.
Packages scattered under the tree,
Some torn open, some tied tight.

Is there a heartbeat in those purple veins?
Are those embryos or mouths or rosary beads?
The color of my first dress, gathered with love,
Fairy cups stirred with blades of grass,
notes clustered on a windy score,
Three blooms, three friends, alas!

Grape flowers, cloud flowers, love flowers,
Paper parasols upside down, a butterfly herd
Stopped to rest by a deep green pool.
Petals small as a child's tears good-bye,
Dropped stitches everywhere
From a blanket the color of sky. — Louise Hawes