Yeukkei Quotes & Sayings

We were five heterosexual, good-looking men. We competed against each other for the sexiest girls ... I won. — Simon Le Bon

The whole universe is through and through the playing of love in every shade of the word's use, from animal lust to divine charity. — Alan Watts

Being an actor is a much more structured life than being a musician. — Grant-Lee Phillips

I had never handled a tool in my life, and yet in time, by labour, application, and contrivance, I found at last that I wanted nothing but I could have made it. — Daniel Defoe

You should avoid making yourself too clear even in your explanations. — Baltasar Gracian

So, to Papaw and Mamaw, not all rich people were bad, but all bad people were rich. — J.D. Vance

History justifies whatever we want it to. It teaches absolutely nothing, for it contains everything and gives examples of everything. — Paul Valery

A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don't feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I'd love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I'm not one of the boys. — Tom Hardy

Herein lies the secret to an upheld life: "My soul clings to You and Your right hand upholds me." As we cast the whole of ourselves upon Him, He is able to hold us up. — Eric Gimour

I look into your eyes and see my own soul. — Laura Ramirez

After flirting with neoisolationism, the U.S. is now deciding it wants to run the world. — Tariq Ali

I really loved to sing all the time, and I was constantly entertaining. Finally, my dad saw an article in the local newspaper in Phoenix, and it was for a children's theater, an audition for 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.' — Kimiko Glenn

It's not spandex, it's a Kevlar blend." His voice lowered to a growly whisper. "I'm so turned on right now. — Penny Reid

The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago

my mother's necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken

the rose stem, water into drops, glass
knob on the bedroom door. Last summer's

pot of parsley and mint, white roots
shooting like streamers through the cracks.

Years ago the cat's tail, the bird bath,
the car hood's rusted latch. Broken

little finger on my right hand at birth--
I was pulled out too fast. What hasn't

been rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night sky

into stars, the stars into patterns
I make up as I trace them

with a broken-off blade
of grass. Possible, unthinkable,

the cricket's tiny back as I lie
on the lawn in the dark, my hart

a blue cup fallen from someone's hands. — Dorianne Laux

We cannot let the future of our children be decided by their zip codes and family incomes. — Sharad Vivek Sagar