White Knife Scales Quotes & Sayings

Baby, open your eyes and look around. We're all damned in one way or another. But damned is a far cry from dead. And you live like you are dead. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill. — Ruby Robinson

Your hope is not in a sun rise, but in a Son risen! — Paul Guilda

If a guy can't handle your natural hair, he's weak. Why waste time on someone like that? ... — Petra Collins

Speak straightly." I said. "You've come to steal something, haven't you? — Luke Taylor

The sweetness of his breath whispering past my cheek and ear, as his soft, sure lips warmly grace my skin, makes my stomach feel like a thousand dainty butterflies swirled into flight. — Lucy Lacefield

My dad always supported me. Sometimes we didn't have anything to eat for breakfast, but if we could eat lunch and dinner, we weren't poor. — Albert Pujols

We need to fight for free education and defund the prisons — Chris Crass

321. - We are nearer loving those who hate us, than those who love us more than we desire. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I wanted to have a reaction from the audience. I wanted to be able to talk to somebody, and not be talking just to myself. That's when I did 'The Conformist,' 'Last Tango in Paris,' etc. And I found it was incredibly rewarding, something new. — Bernardo Bertolucci

I think all great innovations are built on rejections. — Louise Berliawsky Nevelson

Painting is a mosaic of colors weaved into a seamless whole. — Igor Babailov

Authority, as you usually think of it, is merely the excuse the strong use to make others conform to what they want. — Wm. Paul Young

Lift your head to me ... '
His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as the blood flows into his mouth; it is almost soothing. No pain. No pain at all. His teeth grind into the muscles; ecstasy and torment. Life, the very being, is flowing out. Unholy nourishment. Holy nourishment. Drained slowly.
The trauma of it feels like being torn, but it is no more than suddenly having the ability to experience reality in a different way. Waiting for the end ... for what? Cannot foretell. No longer flesh, no longer blood. Soul. Free. — Storm Constantine

And yet, will we ever come to an end of discussion and talk if we think we must always reply to replies? For replies come from those who either cannot understand what is said to them, or are so stubborn and contentious that they refuse to give in even if they do understand. — Augustine Of Hippo