Unchanged Independent Quotes & Sayings

The past is something we can neither hold on to nor move entirely beyond. — Julian Barnes

Or maybe this is justice. Maybe I've allowed myself to become this fucked-up, depressed, misunderstood person. Maybe this is all my fault. Maybe I should have killed Asher Beal. I mean, I was so angry. Asher definitely deserved to die.67 Or maybe I should have tried to save Asher back when all the bad shit began - before he turned full-on evil? — Matthew Quick

I think that that's so true for a lot of first responder families and military families. If you ask them, 'Is there anything I can do for you?', they almost always will not ask for that help. — Taya Kyle

I'm a huge Coppola fan. But more of 'Apocalypse Now' and 'The Conversation.' 'The Godfather' for me is, like, number three or four on the list. — Anurag Kashyap

What we call progress consists in coordinating ideas with realities. — Alfred Korzybski

Soul is a feeling, not a color, — Lionel Richie

This, Mrs Munroe, is the scent of intoxication and desire. The perfume of seduction. — Kathleen Tessaro

Revenge produces nothing in the end. Even if you hate someone enough to kill them, you won't be saved from it. Always face forward. Walk down the path that has light. — Mikage

One good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters. — George Herbert Palmer

According to Proust, one proof that we are reading a major new writer is that his writing immediately strikes us as ugly. Only minor writers write beautifully, since they simply reflect back to us our preconceived notion of what beauty is; we have no problem understanding what they are up to, since we have seen it many times before. When a writer is truly original, his failure to be conventionally beautiful makes us see him, initially, as shapeless, awkward, or perverse. Only once we have learned how to read him do we realize that this ugliness is really a new, totally unexpected kind of beauty and that what seemed wrong in his writing is exactly what makes him great. — Adam Kirsch

Who cares, who cares. The perennial adolescent riposte. I cared, of course. I cared what people thought. I always did care. Unlike Laura, I have never had the courage of my convictions. — Margaret Atwood

Strong fingers dig into my neck muscles, and I bite back a groan. "Oh, my God."
"Come on now. We're past that sort of formality. You can call me Liam. — Leisa Rayven