Yobel Farrell Quotes & Sayings

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion — Jacqueline Carey

I regard teaching religion as purveying lies. — Peter Atkins

The greatest writers have no purpose but to incite in the minds of each reader the highest and best thought of which they are capable. — Dee Hock

Any Brute can kill, but to kill with so many conditions attached requires Professionals — Amish Tripathi

The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,
It wavers to a rose. — Henry Austin Dobson

Loves by all pros and cons is better than force it to look perfect — CG9sYXJhZGl0aWE=

Writing is much, much harder than taking pictures because you have to man-haul it all out of your insides. — Sally Mann

Thus with continued concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slipping into the vast distances of his unhappiness. It was all around him. It was a darkness as impudently close as his brow. It choked him by its closeness. And what was most terrifying was its treachery. He would wake up in the morning and see the sun coming in the window, and sit up in his bed and think it was gone, and then find it there after all, behind his ears or in his heart. — E.L. Doctorow

With a perfect memory did not come a perfect mind, or resolute decisions. Sometimes with perfection on one end of the equation, one was left with stark imprecision on the other. Perhaps it was nature's way of balancing things. — David Baldacci

Losers bring money into the market which is necessary for the prosperity of the trading industry. — Alexander Elder

Grace and truth are spiritual DNA, the building blocks of Christ-centered living. — Randy Alcorn

Idrith didn't want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down. — Michelle Frost

LIFE is like to Dance, and which can be enjoyed by the Rhythm of the TIME — Samar Sudha

He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds - that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things. — Virginia Woolf

May the fire in your soul, burn down all the fences and walls which this society is trying to build around you. — Akshay Vasu