Taking A Break From Facebook Quotes & Sayings

I sometimes feel that racism is getting worse. — Tahar Rahim

Emotions are the colors of the soul. — William P. Young

I overheard Dorothy talking to Mr Montrose and she was telling Mr Montrose that she thought that I would be great in the movies if he would write me a part that only had three expressions, Joy, Sorrow, and Indigestion. — Anita Loos

I am not a Bible-believing Christian in the fullest sense simply by believing the right doctrines, but as I live in practice in this supernatural world. — Francis A. Schaeffer

I'm used to feeling like I'm the only one sees the hard things coming, and I'm always angling to skew the odds in my favor. It's nice to know somebody else is preparing, too. — Karen Marie Moning

I tend to play a lot of blues things at home, because most blues things are basically within a 12-bar pattern. — Marc Bolan

I couldn't find any meaning for my life when I was out there, I'm sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing ... it's just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that's all it is. How it can help anyone, I've no idea. — Jeffrey Dahmer

Working myself into a position of total versatility, so that I can do anything I want to do at the time I want to do it. Whether I do it or not is another question. — Elliott Erwitt

The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much. — John D. Voelker

You didn't need a college degree to become one of the people who knew what was really going on. If you paid attention, you could pick things up on your own. — Jeannette Walls

Humans get used to even if they are in the hell. — M.F. Moonzajer

Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind?
Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right.
For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama.
Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old. — Paullina Simons

I got the memo, Nathan," I interrupt him crossly. "You don't love me. Aren't going to love me. I hear it loud and clear. A fucking cuddle session isn't going to change that. — Alessandra Torre