Shayna Texter Quotes & Sayings

L.A.'s pretty great, man. But I'll be very honest - I prefer New York. It's more my speed. — Jerrod Carmichael

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks. — Joe Bousquet

No, the less I see them the better i like them. — Charles Bukowski

For she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss and daphnedews, how all so still she lay, neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! — James Joyce

The Jews believed Jerusalem to be the centre. I have seen a kratometric chart designed to show that the city of Philadelphia was in the same thermic belt, and, by inference, in the same belt of empire, as the cities of Athens, Rome, and London. It was drawn by a patriotic Philadelphian, and was examined with pleasure, under his showing, by the inhabitants of Chestnut Street. But, when carried to Charleston, to New Orleans, and to Boston, it somehow failed to convince the ingenious scholars of all those capitals. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

It reminded me of how children always thought too big; how the world tackled and chiseled them to keep them safe. — Lorrie Moore

The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze. — Julian Grenfell

I am living life daringly. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I can count off on one hand the number of times I've used testosterone gel - because it doesn't really do much. — Patrik Sinkewitz

For nine years, till the spring of 1881, we lived in Oxford, in a little house north of the Parks, in what was then the newest quarter of the University town. — Mary Augusta Ward