Spivera Quotes & Sayings

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent
sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more. — William Shakespeare

As far as now, as far as I think everyone deserv a chance. No matter who is he and who was he. — Deyth Banger

To work is nothing; the king on his throne, the priest kneeling before the Holy Altar, all people in all places had to work, but no person at all need be a servant. — James Stephens

The behavioral programme of the post-social society during the post-capitalism interregnum is governed by a neoliberal ethos of competetive self-improvement, of untiring cultivation of one's marketable human capital, enthusiastic dedication to work, and cheerfully optimistic, playful acceptance of the risks inherent in a world that has outgrown government. That this programme is dutifully implemented is essential, as the reproduction of the post-capitalist society lite hangs on the thin thread of an accommodating systematic architecture. Structuralist critique of false institutions may therefore have to be complemented by a renewed culturalist critique of false consciousness. — Wolfgang Streeck

There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror. — Brandy Nacole

The table seemed to have risen a little toward the sky like a mechanical dancing platform, giving the people around it a sense of being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only food, warmed by its only lights. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me. He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion. — Ella Dominguez

The son of the victim, you know, has been virtually forgotten until recently. — Patty Hearst

I don't know if I'm an action star or if that's just how things are shaping up. I would hate to be boxed into that forever, but it's probably just a strength as far as my type goes, and I'm fine with that. — Jai Courtney

Until one comes who is mightier,
The one sprung from misery,
The one who was weak,
The one who was hunted,
The one marked with claw and vine,
The one named in secret,
The one called Jezelia. — Mary E. Pearson

A heavier task could not have been impos'd,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable. — William Shakespeare

I think the main thing we can do, whether you agree or not, I don't think that's the real issue, the real issue is this November and there's an election. — Vicky Hartzler

Rocco was gripped with the panic he often experienced around her, around himself. He seemed to be both here now and simultaneously five years in the future looking back at this moment, at the loss of this moment. He was always sliding past the nowness of being with her, throwing himself at her like a cranked-up insincere clown for an exhausting fifteen minutes a day or getting cozy with booze in order to achieve the proper mood, and from the time she was born he had felt he was on his deathbed, remembering with regret how skittish and slippery his time with her had been. Had been, as if she were a hard thirty-seven and divorced instead of a two-year old baby, as if he were eighty-six and senile instead of forty-three and slightly overweight. — Richard Price