Sixish Inc Quotes & Sayings

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been. — Tori Amos

Every dressing room should have a few proper bottles of bubbly. — Tony Vincent

I sank into a c. and passed an agitated h. over the b. — P.G. Wodehouse

Potential is not what you have accomplished or what people think you are capable of; potential is embracing the explosive dream God has put inside of you. It — Joshua Chase

What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
(from, "What Can I Say") — Mary Oliver

Besides, do you think you would have come if I'd just popped into your tattoo shop one night around closing and
said, 'Hello, I'm the Prince of Darkness. Think you could help me out
with a little war next Tuesday, say, sixish? — Richard Kadrey

Rocket Fever Grips Nation's Teenagers' cheers on enthusiastic newsreel, reflecting the nation's sudden reversal in attitude following the successful launch of Explorer-I into Earth orbit. Rather than being strange and threatening, outer space looks set to become the next big distraction after Elvis Presley and Davy Crockett hats. 'More and more teenagers are passing up rock and roll for a rocket role,' commentator Michael Fitzmaurice blithely remarks before very probably wishing he hadn't. — Ken Hollings

Whatever you've done, or think you've done, it's over now. You can't go back and change it. What you do about it, right now, from here on out, that's the important thing. -Dawn of Eden, Ch8 — Julie Kagawa

If it was fast for you, you haven't seen me before. — Waheed Ibne Musa

He saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings - all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. They went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end. — Jack Kerouac