Shoelessness Quotes & Sayings

I asked Isabelle whether she was happy. "I never ask myself, so I suppose the answer is yes." At all events she likes the moment of waking up. That seems to me a pretty good definition of happiness! It is the same with me: every morning, when I open my eyes, I smile. — Simone De Beauvoir

Even in civilized communities, the embryo man passes through the hunter stage of development. — Henry David Thoreau

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious; both are disappointed. — Oscar Wilde

Happiness is experienced when your life gives you what you are willing to accept. — Ken Keyes Jr.

It doesn't happen all the time, but in the moments where you really lose yourself and you fall into this character, it's like time travel. — Brit Marling

I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon. — Gloria Whelan

Kate, the mother of thirteen, is forty-nine; delicately made; her skin creamlike where the weather has not got at it. She is smaller than several of her children. Her legs and feet, like those of most women in this country, are beautifully shaped by shoelessness on the earth. Her eyes, which are watchful not at all for herself but for her family, are those of a small animal which expects another kick as a matter of course and which is too numbed to dodge it or even much care. She calls her children "my babies." They call her mama, treat her protectively as they might a deformed child, and love her carelessly and gaily. An old photograph shows her fiber and bearing as a young woman, and perhaps it is the relinquishment of that unusual spirit, under the beating and breakage of the past two decades, that has made her now the most abandoned of these people: more than any of them, she is lost in some solitary region of her own. She is only half sane. — James Agee

Are you an artist?"
"I'm a mess is what I am," he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone. — Jandy Nelson

What doubt can you have of the Creator when you behold His creation? ... Who has decked the heavenly firmament with its stars? Who has clothed the earth in its beauty? How could it be without the creator? — Leo Tolstoy