Spurned Woman Quotes & Sayings

It's said the difference between one friend and none is infinity. — Ken Bruen

Your life is not a problem to be solved, but an adventure to be enjoyed. You are doing better than you think. — Alan Cohen

How strange that he had kept this small amateur watercolor. She did not recall giving it to him. Did he not know it was by her hand? Perhaps he had stuck it into the volume to mark some place long ago and had completely forgotten about it, and when he found it later did not remember the artist was the very woman who had spurned him, the woman he despised. Surely he would not have kept it had he remembered. — Julie Klassen

Go ahead and run! Run home and cry to mama! — Sam Raimi

I'm just very obsessed with Japanese stuff in general. — Grimes

Mary Allen has compiled a wealth of tools and resources - both inner and outer - to support you in consciously directing your untapped potential and creating a life that you love. — Debbie Ford

So all I'm saying is, everything that seems important
our quarrels, or philosophical differences
in the end, it doesn't matter much. You know? In the end, what matters is what remains. — Thrity Umrigar

I was embarrassingly well-versed in Marvel lore, so it was pretty easy to slip into that world. But really, already, by the time I'd started writing superhero comics, my dream was really to be writing my own characters. — Brian K. Vaughan

When obedience ceases to be an irritant and becomes our quest, in that moment God will endow us with power. — Ezra Taft Benson

Anyone who reaches for great expression has to be careful of the ridiculous. — Yves Saint-Laurent

I saw that I had forgotten how beautiful the drive to Thunder Bay was; the towering sighing groves of fragrant Norway pines, the broad expanses of clean white sand, the sea gulls, always the endlessly wheeling sea gulls; an occasional bald eagle seeming bent on soaring straight up to heaven; the intermittent craggy and pine-clad granite or sandstone hills, sometimes rising gauntly to the dignity of small mountains, then again, sudden stretches of sand or more majestic Norway pines -- and always, of course, the vast glittering heaving lake, the world's largest inland sea, as treacherous and deceitful as a spurned woman, either caressing or raging at the shore, more often turbulent than not, but today on its best company manners, presenting the falsely placid aspect of a mill pond. — Robert Traver