Winson Green Quotes & Sayings

Don't you think that it is necessary to have a sense of brutality in photography? — Nobuyoshi Araki

Holding a tiny dixie cup in my hand makes me feel like a giant human being that can crush things — Brandon Scott Gorrell

Our first youth is of no value; for we are never conscious of it, until after it is gone. But sometimes
always, I suspect, unless one is exceedingly unfortunate
there comes a sense of second youth, gushing out of the heart's joy at being in love; or possibly, it may come to crown some other grand festival in life, if any other such there be. This bemoaning of one's self ... over the first, careless, shallow gayety of youth departed, and this profound happiness at youth regained,
so much deeper and richer than that we lost,
are essential to the soul's development. In some cases, the two states come almost simultaneously, and mingle the sadness and the rapture in one mysterious emotion. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Sometimes you need a good laugh, and then there are times when you need a good cry. — Chrissie Fit

Are you fucking someone else?"
"We haven't spoken in weeks." I grit my teeth. "I haven't seen you in weeks, and this is the first thing you ask me? How about, 'Hello, Gillian. It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?'"
"Hello, Gillian." He mocks me, locking his eyes on mine. "It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer. "Are you fucking someone else? — Whitney G.

I love the color pink. It makes a bold statement. — Samuel Larsen

Lord,You light my lamp; my God illuminates my darkness.
I knew dark. Dayl was the deary sky outside the windows of this room. It was the shade of the cloud that followed me every minute of the day. It was the voice that whispered that I was never going to get this song right. Never going to close up the canyon in my soul where a brother used to be. — Jenny B. Jones

We started out when I was 6 years old. We played ukuleles and sang Everly Brothers songs. — Edgar Winter

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured. — Homer