Stalkless Mushroom Quotes & Sayings

have faith that healing is a process. I have faith that God cares about me. I have faith in my own power. — Lia Mack

The home is the center of your soul; it's a total reflection of your inner life. If you have a dreary home, it means you are dark inside. — Alexandra Stoddard

Nothing could be sillier than we got good people here. We got the same cross-section of assholes as anywhere. — H. G. Bissinger

that piece of herself. Not now, not ever. — Sarah Price

I think guitarists are really over-admired and over-revered. — Jonny Greenwood

A country is made not by policy alone, but by its music, its entertainment shows, all of it. — Glenn Beck

My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth; I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important. — Oscar Wilde

save our emotional responses for real life. — Ted Chiang

Those of us who hope to be their allies should not be surprised, if and when this day comes, that when those who have been locked up and locked out finally have to chance to speak and truly be heard, what we hear is rage. The rage may frighten us; it may remind us of riots, uprisings and buildings aflame. We may be tempted to control it or douse it with buckets of doubt, dismay or disbelief. But we should do no such thing. Instead, when a young man who was born in the ghetto and who knows little of life beyond the walls of his prison cell and the invisible cage that has become his life, turns to us in bewilderment and rage, we should do nothing more than look him in the eye and tell him the truth. — Michelle Alexander

Are you mine?" I asked, low knowing the answer already.
"Completely." His voice thrummed with conviction.
And oh, I liked it.
"So I may do anything I wish with you?"
"Anything."
I didn't need his invitation, of course. He belonged to me, like everything in Sheol, but there was more pleasure in a willing slave. I drew my athame and took his hand. He shuddered at my touch because I put a thread of power in it, pulled it through him in a flicker of the darkest pleasure. Soon enough he'd beg for this, unable to perform with anyone else. I knew how to enthrall my lovers. With a faint smile, I pricked the tip of his finger. Not as much pain as he expected, I think, but I drew blood. His gasp aroused me. His blood welled like a crimson jewel and I took his fingertip between my lips, tasting him. Learning his secrets. — Ann Aguirre