Strong Is The New Skinny Quotes & Sayings

Your intelligence doesn't override your desire to destroy yourself. — John Darnielle

It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world. — Rabindranath Tagore

I and me are always too deeply in conversation: how could I endure it,
if there were not a friend?
The friend of the hermit is always the third one: the third one is the float which prevents the conversation of the two from sinking into the depth. — Friedrich Nietzsche

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word. — Amiri Baraka

You'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart. — Peter Straub

I really hate press. — Will Oldham

Then again, having people around was no guarantee that they'd make good company. — Jessica Lawson

I want you to know what I have told Australia's Parliament in Canberra - what I told General Petraeus in Kabul - what I told President Obama in the Oval Office this week. Australia will stand firm with our ally the United States. — Julia Gillard

From the newsstands a dozen models smiled up at her from a dozen magazine covers, smiled in thin-faced, high-cheekboned agreement to Kessa's new discovery. They knew the secret too. They knew thin was good, thin was strong; thin was safe. — Steven Levenkron

Men love their vices and hate them at the same time. — Seneca The Younger

Words lift up and put down.
Actions pull up and drag down. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Every bar in the score of ourselves is receding already into memory, into imagination, even as we play it out. We might as well listen. — Barney Norris

Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in great architecture, great painting and great literature. Only in the atmosphere thus engendered floats that impalpable dust of ideas which is the real culture. A colony of ants or bees will never create a Parthenon. — Edith Wharton

ready for whatever scooted out from under. The water was so deep I had my shortsleeve shirt rolled all the way up to my shoulders. I was aware of how long and skinny my arms must look to her. I know they looked that way to me. I felt pretty strange beside her, actually. Uncomfortable but excited. She was different from the other girls I knew, from Denise or Cheryl on the block or even the girls at school. For one thing she was maybe a hundred times prettier. As far as I was concerned she was prettier than Natalie Wood. Probably she was smarter than the girls I knew too, more sophisticated. She lived in New York City after all and had eaten lobsters. And she moved just like a boy. She had this strong hard body and easy grace about her. All that made me nervous and I missed the first one. Not an enormous crayfish but bigger than what we had. It scudded backward beneath the Rock. She asked if she could try. I gave her the — Jack Ketchum

Very few people grow up — Maya Angelou