Unpronounced Vowels Quotes & Sayings

Ellie tells me, often, some variation on this theme: that I am a little too invested in how I'm feeling about church and God, and perhaps not invested enough in how I am serving church, God, neighbor. — Lauren F. Winner

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry. — Anais Nin

A lot of people think that persuasion is all about values and aligning values. I largely disagree. I think persuasion generally, and political persuasion more particularly, has much more to do with explaining in new ways and connecting dots in new ways than just invoking emotions and values. — Nick Hanauer

Part of the reason forward-thinking media networks like Twitter succeed is because people3 want to believe that every immaterial thing they do is pertinent by default; it's interesting because it happened to them, which translates as interesting to all. — Chuck Klosterman

Happiness feels like a privilege to struggling kids, but inspiration feels like home. — Elaina Marie

To abandon all is to take our hearts, place them before the One who created them, and dare to believe He can live life powerfully through our surrendered lives. — Mary E. DeMuth

My hair-- bob it! — F Scott Fitzgerald

Stereotypes become extinct faster than there appear new impressions concerning our reality, culture and consciousness... — Mykyta Isagulov

We look for meaning and purpose; children bring that. — Johnathon Schaech

The master swordsman isn't interested in killing people. He only wants to perfect his art. — Helen DeWitt

Until now, I've not done a project where the produce, rapper and singer has never worked together like this before, and I had a chance to try a variety of styles. — Namie Amuro

When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out. — A.A. Milne

In terms of why everything is different, each book is different than the one before because I'm so bored of what I just finished I want to work on something different. The next book becomes an antidote to what I did before. — Colson Whitehead

Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind, raw and mean, would change for just a second. It would touch your face as soft as a feather. It had an earth smell. You knew springtime was on the way.
The next day, or the next (you would commence to hold your face out for the feel), the soft touch would come again. It would last a little longer and be sweeter and smell stronger. — Forrest Carter