Young Metro Quotes & Sayings

The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men. — Alaya Dawn Johnson

He was right; I was amazing. — Shannon Greenland

The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person. — Frank Barron

It was no human life that was involved in the matter, for that only is a human life which is a humane life. — Anna Kingsford

The later stages of the enlightenment process are trickier, and it is really essential to have a teacher then. You need correction, direction, and most of all you need a master's auric empowerment. — Frederick Lenz

It's funny, the moment you dread the most, seeing yourself bald, is actually not such a bad moment at all. — Sylvie Meis

One of the bonuses about loving yourself is that you get to feel good. — Louise Hay

I think the scariest addiction on this planet is to alcohol. Because alcohol is a very addictive drug, and it ruins families, it ruins relationships. And it is socially acceptable, and it is easy to find. Controlled substances, other drugs are more difficult to get, and it's a crime to ... to buy them. But alcohol is everywhere. And if you are unfortunate enough to become addicted to it, it can be disastrous. And there is still a stigma attached to alcohol addiction, or addiction in general. It is perceived as ... an addict is perceived as somebody of weak moral fiber — Brian Molko

The red carpet is not something I really know how to work. It intimidates me. I feel very tiny. — Vanessa Paradis

Instead of viewing God as one who helps me accomplish my purposes, it is now my joy to help God accomplish the divine purpose - seeking the best for others and seeking the growth of the beloved, which is to say everyone. — Philip Gulley

Coincidence is a recognized element in 'real life.' All of us have anecdotes about those times when, by the merest coincidence, we avoided some disaster or stumbled onto some wonderful experience. — Jane Lindskold

My mother's perpetual now, tempting me with possibility. Weren't we silly, she might say? What was the matter with us? Let's be close again. My doomed and complicated longing surged, and I had to hang up. The two of us had no now. Our furious fires had burned everything to the ground. As I'd grown, each time I brought my mother in, called for her, or let her advise my course, I was ruptured. — Susanna Sonnenberg