Sylvester At Home Quotes & Sayings

In my relationship with a young guy I was going with in a band - his name was Sylvester, and I think he had another little girl on the side - I told him, 'If you lose me, you're going to lose a good thing.' And I went home and put that poem to music. — Barbara Lynn

She was here, and she was stronger than this, harder than this. They could make her hate herself, make her doubt herself, but they couldn't take away her deepest instinct. Not just the need to survive, but the need to survive long enough and strong enough to tell them to go fuck themselves. — Stacia Kane

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears. — William Makepeace Thackeray

If you want to love them, learn to love like they do - firmly in the now. — Jackson Galaxy

And I have this little litany of things they can do. And the first one, of course, is to write - every day, no excuses. It's so easy to make excuses. Even professional writers have days when they'd rather clean the toilet than do the writing. — Octavia Butler

One day, a philosopher asked, "What is the purpose of creation?" "Lovemaking," said the Master. Later, to his disciples, he said, "Before creation, love was. After creation, love was made. When love is consummated, creation will cease to be, and love will be forever." — Anthony De Mello

When you're younger you just want to go out and make your mark in the world and doing that, quite often, the people that you love the most and the people you should be closest to suffer from estrangement. I'd be gone nine months a year, so how do you know anyone? When you come home you are a stranger. — Sylvester Stallone

The ancient Greeks who created the magnificent sculptures and structures were the same people who could be utterly cruel and barbaric. — Julia Vickers

there was a time when this home was her domain. Sometimes she felt proud of it, sometimes she felt tied to it, but whether it was a burden or a blessing, it was hers to keep. She'd known better than anyone what this house needed; lately it'd become one of the few aspects of her life she could control. there is no corner, no ridge along the steps or crack along the wall, that she doesn't know like her own body. the house may never have been the sanctuary she'd always dreamed of, but at least it carried no surprises. It was comfortable. — Natalia Sylvester