Teater Modern Quotes & Sayings

So you go on and on, with this intellectual fly down, your underwear exposed, and toilette paper hanging out the back of your pants. — Hank Green

Fear is ... a kind of unintentional storytelling that we are all born knowing how to do. — Karen Thompson Walker

Yes, it's true - I love the roar of the crowd. When the fans are with you, their voices come together in a big booming rush of sound that you can actually feel in your body - almost like a wave that lifts you and carries you past your own limits. — Dwyane Wade

Newt Gingrich wants to build a colony on the Moon. OK, you say, but why? Well, he wants to be the first American to get divorced on the Moon. — David Letterman

It's like he knows everything. And I don't have to say a word. — Hannah Harrington

The Achaeans soon experienced, as often happens, that a victorious and powerful ally is but another name for a master. — Alexander Hamilton

So I've been in a coma for ... how long?"
"A year and a half."
Melancholia's eyes widened. "What? A year and a half? What the hell? — Derek Landy

The only one who could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man. — Dusty Springfield

Her on the side of the road? He ran a hand through his wet hair, wishing he could — Bella Andre

I regret the whole worlds that will never come into existence, the children, the grandchildren, all the human possibilities that never were and never will be. — Maggie Gallagher

I love you, Risa," he says. "Every last part of me. — Neal Shusterman

I have lived to see state after state extirpate its wolves. I have watched the face of many a newly wolfless mountain, and seen the south-facing slopes wrinkle with a maze of new deer trails. I have seen every edible bush and seedling browsed, first to anaemic desuetude, and then to death. I have seen every edible tree defoliated to the height of a saddlehorn. Such a mountain looks as if someone had given God a new pruning shears, and forbidden Him all other exercise. In the end the starved bones of the hoped-for deer herd, dead of its own too-much, bleach with the bones of the dead sage, or molder under the high-lined junipers.
I now suspect that just as a deer herd lives in mortal fear of its wolves, so does a mountain live in mortal fear of its deer. — Aldo Leopold

What about a lesson for taking eight fucking years to come back to me? What kind of a lesson would you want for that, girl?" Raw emotion lined his face.
She loved the fear of experiencing his fury, the same way she loved experiencing his gentle hand.
"To not be allowed to come after you cane me, Master?" She smiled shyly.
He nodded, but he wasn't smiling. "And what about a lesson for thinking you could marry someone else?" He dropped his voice.
She lowered her gaze.
He grasped her chin and tilted her face up. "Three weeks in the cell so you don't ever forget who owns you?"
"Yes, Master. With pleasure, Master."
"And after that, I'm making you my wife to make sure the rest of the world doesn't forget who owns you." His mouth slammed down on hers. — April Vine

If you can't get something to work. Make a face and try again LOL I works!! — Amanda Penland

And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? - Luke 12:28 — Gary Chapman