Vvitch Synopsis Quotes & Sayings

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination. — Hunter S. Thompson

You should run from me while you can."
"Or what?"
"I'll catch you. — Nenia Campbell

Instead of indulging in jealousy, greed, in relishing themselves, there are men who keep their hearts alert to the stillness in which time rolls on and leaves us behind ... those who are open to the wonder will not miss it. Faith is found in solicitude for faith, in an inner care for the wonder that is everywhere. — Abraham Joshua Heschel

As soon as one is conscious of the presence of the Master, one must, in all passivity, abandon the work to Him. — Thomas Merton

I don't write all my stuff. Everybody always thinks that. But in just about every album I've ever had has been about 50-50 songs I've written or co-written and other people's songs. — Alan Jackson

He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now. — Daphne Du Maurier

I came to apologize for my dickhead brother."
He took another bite of his apple, his eyes intent on Becca.
"And to thank Becky for last night."
"Becca," she snapped.
He smiled.
"I know."
Oh. Oh.
Kemmerer, Brigid (2012-04-24). Storm (Elemental Book 1) (Kindle Locations 811-814). Kensington Publishing Corp. Kindle Edition. — Brigid Kemmerer

What's glamorous is being a good father, a good husband, a good fucking dog owner. That's what I care about today. That's what matters. I will devote everything to that. And I will succeed. Because I cannot fall down again. I will not fall down again. I mean, I don't have to fall. None of us have to fall. We don't all fall down. We don't. So I'm over this drug shit. It's done. And this is my last recovery memoir ever. — Nic Sheff

The Communists have for decades loudly proclaimed their goal of destroying the bourgeois world, while the West merely smiled at what seemed to be an extravagant joke. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Stone me, what a life! — Tony Hancock

Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn — Abbi Glines