Unshockable Love Quotes & Sayings

As a teen, I had no idea what the self was. Changing skin like a chameleon came naturally to me, but the self felt like a plastic chair in an airport where I'd have to sit and wait for the next radical character to define who I'd be that season. Acting grabbed me by the gut. — Julie Carmen

I like it when people actually come, but I love it when they go. — Virginia Woolf

Take this and stick it up your ass." I — Christina Lauren

Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales. — Gerard Manley Hopkins

The most important thing in the face is the eyes, and if you can make the eyes talk, you're halfway there. — Ian Holm

Often the most loving thing we can do when a friend is in pain is to share the pain-to be there even when we have nothing to offer except our presence and even when being there is painful to ourselves. — M. Scott Peck

He talked to White Fang as White Fang had never been talked to before. He talked softly and soothingly, with a gentleness that somehow, somewhere, touched White Fang. In spite of himself and all the pricking warnings of his instinct, White Fang began to have confidence in this god. He had a feeling of security that was belied by all his experience with men. — Jack London

On the Day of Judgment, the servant of Allah will be given his book of deeds, where he finds rewards for things he did not do, so he asks: O My Lord, where did I get these deeds?
So Allah replies to him saying: These are because of the people who backbited you and you did not know about it. — Abu Umamah Al Bahili

Maybe this was a selfish choice. Someone nobler than me might have given Okiku the final peace she deserves. Someone with less baggage that she would have let him.

But flawed as we are, we are perfect together.

After all, I'm no hero. — Rin Chupeco

Your confidence in me is heartwarming.
Makes me want to return all the money I stole from the little old ladies and kick the heroin. — Jennifer Echols

The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance, then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them. — Oscar Wilde