Yamalis Quotes & Sayings

When we seek the gaze of another, it isn't always our partner we're turning away from, but the person we have ourselves become. — Esther Perel

We take such pains to be polite. We never say what we mean. For all it matters, we could greet each other and speak only of cheese - "How was your Limburger, miss?" "Salty as a ripe Stinking Bishop, thank you." "Ah, very cheddar, miss. I'll have your Stilton brought to your Camembert, then." - and no one would likely notice. — Libba Bray

Youth is but the painted shell within which, continually growing, lives that wondrous thing the spirit of a man, biding its moment of apparition, earlier in some than in others. — Lew Wallace

Fashion photography should say something about the stability of a certain time you live in or what kind of women you like. The most interesting thing is not what they're wearing but who they are. — Peter Lindbergh

I have always believed that the way my parents disciplined me has a great deal to do with the success I have enjoyed as a man. — Adrian Peterson

In spite of our high-tech world and efficient procedures, people remain the essential ingredient of life. — Charles R. Swindoll

I know you have nothing to worry about. I wasn't in love with Mark. I'll never be in love with anyone again who isn't you. — Cassandra Clare

What we call evil is the absence of Light, of love, in all cases. — Gary Zukav

Do not let the hero in your soul parish, in lonely frustration, for the life you deserved but never have been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours. — Ayn Rand

Dude, I love playing drums, and I love being on stage, and I love recording. It's my life ... it's been my life, all my life, and I don't think it could ever become boring for me. — Dave Lombardo

The intensity of the love of the upright is not so much to be judged by what it appears as by what the upright long for. It is our daily lament that we cannot love enough. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Fine." He smirks at me. "Nice to meet you, Carrots," he says, looking directly at my hair. "Oh, I mean Clara."
My face flames.
"Same to you, Rusty," I shoot back, but he's already striding away. — Cynthia Hand