Tasha Yar Quotes & Sayings

We are often told we can't have brains and beauty, and I really hope that my message is that you can put on that red lip and curl your hair and put on that power dress - you don't have to sacrifice one for the other. — Tyra Banks

The benefits of deep attachment are powerful - regulated people feel whole, centered, alive. (208) — Thomas Lewis

Whoever said that artists shouldn't pay attention to their business was probably someone w/their hand in some artist's pocket. — Jay-Z

The second person to write a story about a young boy and an escaped slave on the Mississippi wasn't a novelist, he was a typist. — Seth Godin

Books are in the mind, Grandfather Alessandro said. Too many books and you forget your body is in the world. — Tom Spanbauer

He [Donald Trump] is a tough boss. I've known him for decades. He hasn't changed very much. He's a driven person, highly intelligent, and he's very motivated, very charismatic, and he is tough as nails in the sense there's no slack there. You can't put anything over on Donald. Donald can see right through someone trying to dissemble or spin stuff. — Geraldo Rivera

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind. — F Scott Fitzgerald

God allows demonic power over the unfaithful, the untruthful and the cruel, as a path to their self-destruction. — Daniel Marques

I mean, there is amazing amount of oil and gas and other resources out beneath the sea. It's staggering. — Robert Ballard

Nobody knows why we're alive; so we all create stories based on our imagination of the world; and as a community, we believe in the same story. In India, every person believes his/ her own mythosphere to be real. Indian thought is obsessed with subjectivity; Greek thought with objectivity. — Devdutt Pattanaik

My body is between his spread legs. Even though he's silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin. I hear him groan and move my lips upward. A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt becomes a distant memory. — Calia Read

Sure, he'd kill, she didn't doubt that, but she got the impression he'd rather leave you maimed someplace so you could die nice and slow. While he watched and took detailed notes so he'd do better the next time. — Carolyn Jewel