Solero Exotic Quotes & Sayings

Every day you preach to yourself a gospel of your loneliness, inability, and lack of resources or you faithfully preach to yourself the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. — Paul David Tripp

Passivity is corrosive to the soul; it feeds on feelings of integrity and pride, and it can be as tempting as a drug. — Caroline Knapp

She stares at me through her tears and then scampers on her hands and knees into my lap. I stroke her hair and marvel that this is the second naked broken chick I've comforted in my lap today. I'm beginning to feel like the fucking psychotic woman whisperer. — Anonymous

Fish are small, but do not drown in the sea. Ships are big, but sink in the ocean. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Decide then as you set your jaw and clench your teeth that you will get rid of your boy. Promise yourself this. You will get rid of your boy as soon as the cocaine and money run out. Promise yourself. Try to remember the word. Promise. Swear. — Amanda Boyden

My Emmy is in my china closet. People don't really look at it, though. — Tammy Blanchard

It's been four years. It's been the best four years. It's been wonderful, it's been a privilege to work under Steven Moffat. But I think when you gotta go, you gotta go It's sad, I'm going to miss it. I'm going to miss Comic-Con as well. It wasn't an easy decision, but I dunno, you can't play it forever. And, look, they'll get someone amazing and brilliant, and that's the great thing about the show. It continues, and it will get bigger and better. And you'll forget about me. — Matt Smith

Throughout his career, W.G. Sebald wrote poems that were strikingly similar to his prose. His tone, in both genres, was always understated but possessed of a mournful grandeur. — Teju Cole

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger. — Charlaine Harris

Life, and you, and I, and all of us together became for a while interesing to ourselves once more. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Memory, instead of being a duplicate, always present before one's eyes, of the various events of one's life, is rather a void from which at odd moments a chance resemblance enables ones to resuscitate dead recollections, but even then, there are innumerable little details which have not fallen into that potential reservoir of memory, and which will remain for ever unverifiable. — Marcel Proust