Wait What Meme Quotes & Sayings

The closet encouraged reading. — Jonathan Ned Katz

I am starting to realize what this means, and how sad it would be.
I am already feeling some of the sadness now, and it isn't even happening. — David Levithan

After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life. — Joseph Brodsky

He gave her one last kiss before walking toward his truck. She watched his beautiful sculpted ass in his fitted jeans and suppressed a groan. She had never felt the urge to rip a man's clothes off, but ripping Shea Adler's jeans off would be a magical experience if she ever got the balls and confidence to do it. — Toni Aleo

Motown was the mecca. It was every writer's dream to work there. — Valerie Simpson

Walking a trail frees my mind to wander.... — Debra Lauman

I am the living Barbie Doll, how are you? — Jeffree Star

This man is my stalker, my terrorizer, my lover. — Nina G. Jones

Any industry loses its innovation and loses its access to creative juices if you don't have progressive thinking and diversity. — Cate Blanchett

Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree. — Greg Koukl

I feign knowledge of writing: that I know something about it, that I should have learned something after all these years, that I might know something tomorrow.
I read too much and write too little, or write too much and live too little. I have no classical education, no literary degree. I'm not specialized, Hugoed or geniusized; should I be writing at all?
In this whole vast world, I'm a female peon sitting here at night wondering what it is I want to say. I aim for fluidity. But no, nix that line, that thought, this life. That's the crux of it, isn't it? This life: it's out of reach. I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore. — Chila Woychik

To fill your heart with love, just love an innocent animal. — Debasish Mridha

I don't rely on my figure to sell records. — Adele

Holding anger is a poison ... It eats you from inside ... We think that by hating someone we hurt them ... But hatred is a curved blade ... and the harm we do to others ... we also do to ourselves. — Mitch Albom

Some mornings they awake and can believe that they traverse an Eden, unbearably fair in the Dawn, squandering all its Beauty, day after day unseen, bearing them fruits, presenting them Game, bringing them a fugitive moment of Peace,
how, for days at a time, can they not, dizzy with it, believe themselves pass'd permanently into Dream ... ? — Thomas Pynchon