Weienistspin Quotes & Sayings

I am ready,' I replied.
'How do you know you can do it?'
'Because you require it,' I answered. — George MacDonald

You can read about yourself but what's important is how you feel about yourself. — Marilyn Monroe

It looks better when you do your own stunts, because seeing somebody's face when they're doing them is fun for the audience. — Adrianne Palicki

Secrets can take many forms. They can be shocking or silly or soulful. They can connect us with our deepest humanity, or with people we'll never meet. — Frank Warren

It doesn't really make sense. Guess it's not supposed to. — Joey W. Hill

It was enough that I knew my soul sang, I didn't have to break into minstrelsy. — Neel Mukherjee

Posterity, n.
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things - the years passing, the years together - are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression. — David Levithan

I've tried crowd surfing but the radiating light that surrounds me kept sending me floating into the heavens. Goddamn I'm beautiful — Thom Yorke

We are full of rhythms ... our pulse, our gestures, our digestive tracts, the lunar and seasonal cycles. — Yehudi Menuhin

You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and you shall learn from every living beast, and bird, and fish, and insect, and from every useful or useless plant that springs from the ground. — Charles Spurgeon

Truth is, I'm generally happiest when it's just me. It's okay to be madly in love with yourself. — Richelle E. Goodrich

The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck. — Charles Dickens

There was only being alone in the dark. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as her temperature rose, the tips of her ears starting to burn. Hatred, pain, darkness and the grave and all alone in this world, and she fucking pushed against the magic, the ugliness inside her free and battering against this piece of fucking shit spell. — Danielle Monsch

I question every word; I write 'the' and immediately feel scorn. It's such an ordinary word - everybody uses it - why can't I come up with something original? In the sunlight, every single word seems hackneyed. — Jeff Lindsay