Quotes & Sayings About Twist Endings

The essence of American racism is disrespect. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

We can't make any statements here. We can't talk about the internal politics of Paraguay. — Alfredo Stroessner

One whispered yes becomes the wind song over an ocean of no's. — Mary Anne Radmacher

There's no shortcut to learning a craft; you just have to put the years in. — Kylie Minogue

There is nothing as bitter as this moment when you go out to the morning roll call--in the dark, in the cold, with a hungry belly, to face a whole day of work. You lose your tongue. You lose all desire to speak to anyone. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

You can simply remember that behavioral expressions of love can be divided into physical touch, quality time, gifts, acts of service, and words of affirmation. — Gary Chapman

I walk down the steps of the verandah towards her and with shaking hands she holds my face between them, sobbing, Look at my beautiful girl. — Melina Marchetta

Estragon: And if he doesn't come?
Vladimir: (after a moment of bewilderment) We'll see when the time comes. — Samuel Beckett

While a painting, even one that meets photographic standards of resemblance, is never more than the stating of an interpretation, a photograph is never less than the registering of an emanation (light waves reflected by objects)- a material vestigate of its subject in a way that no painting can be ... Having a photograph of Shakespeare would be like having a nail from the True Cross. — Susan Sontag

Looking for who I am is who I am. — Tom Spanbauer

Instead of fulfilling the promise of infinite orgasmic bliss, sex in the America of the feminine mystique is becoming a strangely joyless national compulsion, if not a contemptuous mockery. — Betty Friedan

The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason ... — Gilbert K. Chesterton

He was remembering the nights he'd sat upstairs with one or both of his boys or with his girl in the crook of his arm, their damp bath-smelling heads hard against his ribs as he read aloud to them from "Black Beauty" or "The Chronicles of Narnia". How his voice alone, its palpable resonance, had made them drowsy. These were evenings, and there were hundreds of them, maybe thousands, when nothing traumatic enough to leave a scar had befallen the nuclear unit. Evenings of plain vanilla closeness in his black leather chair; sweet evenings of doubt between the nights of bleak certainty. They came to him now, these forgotten counterexamples, because in the end, when you were falling into water, there was no solid thing to reach for but your children. — Jonathan Franzen

My golf must be improving, I'm not hitting as many spectators. — Gerald R. Ford

Just shut up and fuck me. Now."

~Tayla — Rosalie Lario