Tobeyscarsale Quotes & Sayings

For you, you idiot! I love you!" I — Ransom Riggs

When you're breastfeeding, you don't get juicy down there. The juice isn't loose. — Kourtney Kardashian

Unlimit yourself: Stand in power, walk with intention. — Gloria Feldt

I squeezed her hand and said nothing. I knew little about Keats or his poetry, but I thought it possible that in his hopeless situation he would not have wanted to write precisely because he loved her so much. Lately I'd had the idea that Clarissa's interest in these hypothetical letters had something to do with our own situation, and with her conviction that love that did not find its expression in a letter was not perfect. In the months after we'd met, and before we'd bought the apartment, she had written me some beauties, passionately abstract in the ways our love was different from and superior to any that had ever existed. Perhaps that's the essence of a love letter, to celebrate the unique. I had tried to match her, but all that sincerity would permit me were the facts, and they seemed miraculous enough to me: a beautiful woman loved and wanted to be loved by a large, clumsy, balding fellow who could hardly believe his luck. — Ian McEwan

He'd also agreed to be betrothed to the Archduke of Varsha's daughter, a girl of nine who had evidently impressed him a great deal by being able to spit across a garden plot. I was a little dubious about this as a foundation for marriage, but I suppose it wasn't much worse than marrying her because her father might have stirred up rebellion, otherwise. — Naomi Novik

To do something well is so worthwhile, that to die trying to do it better cannot be foolhardy — Bruce McLaren

With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig. — Italo Calvino

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief. — Sitting Bull

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief ... but hope — Lloyd Alexander