Whimseys Quotes & Sayings

Scapegrace went to roll his eyes, but lost his enthusiasm halfway through and ended up looking at the ceiling. — Derek Landy

Your challenge as #GIRLBOSS is to dive headfirst into things without being too attached to the results. When your goal is to gain experience, perspective, and knowledge, failure is no longer a possibility. Failure is your invention.I believe that there is a silver lining in everything, and once you being to see it, you'll need sunglasses to combat the glare. It is she who listens to the rest of the world who fails, and it is she who has enough confidence to define success and failure for herself who succeeds. These words were not invented for an incremental life. "Success" and "failure" serve a world that is black-and-white. And as I said before, it's all just kinda grey. — Sophia Amoruso

Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what. — Mason Cooley

If you don't doubt it, be 'bout it. Intuition is soul's watchman. — T.F. Hodge

I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring. — W.S. Merwin

It was Gwynplaine's laugh which created the laughter of others, yet he did not laugh himself. His face laughed; his thoughts did not. The extraordinary face which chance or a special and weird industry had fashioned for him, laughed alone. Gwynplaine had nothing to do with it. — Victor Hugo

I am no faint-heart when it comes to the unpleasant truth. Indeed I have always taken a bracing sort of pleasure in facing it. — Jude Morgan

Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something. — H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Oh, and once, when I was in the Marines, I got a perfect score on my physical fitness test. — Drew Carey

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside
His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;
Let slavish souls lay by their fear
Nor be concerned which way nor where
After this life they shall be hurled.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.
Devouring time swallows us whole.
Impartial death confounds body and soul.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
God's everlasting fiery jails
(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),
With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are senseless stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimseys, and no more. — John Wilmot

I can't believe this is happening. The ghost stuff he handles without a problem. Discovering I was previously uncharted territory, that's grounds for panic? — Phoenix Emrys