Sensationalize Crossword Quotes & Sayings

Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn't care about so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again. — Cecelia Ahern

I like ungroomed men. The relaxed look. I don't like fussy guys. Just shower and use deodorant. — Caroline Winberg

My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking. — J.D. Salinger

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death — Georges Bataille

Tiger got to hunt — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

We are the first men of a Future that has not materialized. We belong to a "great age" that has not "come off". We moved too quickly for the world. We set too sharp a pace. — Wyndham Lewis

Love does not ask many questions, because with thinking comes fear. This might be the fear of being scorned, of being rejected, or of breaking the spell. However ridiculous this may seem, that is how it is. This is why one does not ask, one acts. — Paulo Coelho

Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. — Kazuo Ishiguro

Listen closely. Hang on to every word. But most of all, please believe me. — Calia Read

There's no question that many factors contribute to voters' perceptions about debates and who wins and who loses. — Mark McKinnon

I could write the political history of those years based on how Red Label gradually gave way to twelve-year-old Ballantine and then to single malt. — Umberto Eco

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can't feel now. Won't feel ever again. — Christine Fonseca