Zellik Postal Code Quotes & Sayings

The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell. — Ninon De L'Enclos

I'd rather play a tune on a horn, but I've always felt that I didn't want to train myself. Because when you get a train, you've got to have an engine and a caboose. I think it's better to train the caboose. You train yourself, you strain yourself. — Captain Beefheart

Losing yourself in words is like finding yourself stuck in the
pages. But never forget for every blank page you have the
opportunity to release your own imagination. — Katrina Thompson

Do you know what the root of mediation is? Mediocrity! — Joe Jamail

An imagined pleasure is never really the pleasure, but an imagined pain, in a very real sense, is the pain, because so much of pain is the consciousness of it. It makes itself objective. Whereas to think about pleasure is to step outside of it; to think about a presently felt pain is to step inside it. And in a very real sense, we've already got them in Hell. — Geoffrey Wood

He who says either that the time for philosophy has not yet come or that it has passed is like someone who says that the time for happiness has not yet come or that it has passed. — Epicurus

Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness, we may discover or enhance our capacity for it. — Harriet Lerner

All I'm doing is carrying you around, and making a fool of myself. I'm useless. I'm not helping anyone.'

'Clove Sutcliffe, you are doing things no human has ever done before. You are groundbreaking. You are unique. Do not cease to function due to inappropriate emotional weakness. — Lauren James

IMPRESSIONS
Time brought a thousand impressions.
Not one of them had I seen in the mirror of the imagination.
(Anwar-i-Suhaili) — Idries Shah

He did it now, holding it up before his eyes as he had as a boy, and it did its old, old trick. Through the floating snow you could see a little gingerbread house with a path leading up to it. The gingerbread shutters were closed, but as an imaginative boy you could fancy that one of the shutters was being folded back (as indeed, one of them seemed to be folding back now) by a long white hand, and then a pallid face would be looking out at you, grinning with long teeth, inviting you into this house beyond the world in its slow and endless fantasy-land of false snow, where time was a myth. The face was looking out at him now, pallid and hungry, a face that would never look on daylight or blue skies again.
It was his own face.
He threw the paperweight into the corner and it shattered. He left without waiting to see what might leak out of it. — Stephen King

When she at last pressed her mouth to his, it felt like coming home. He tasted of fire and smoke and earth, and fresh bread and soap and something so clean, so pure, it was like spring water to her lips. — Rebecca Brooks

I smelled it before i saw it, and the same unicorn I'd met on a field trip with Jack pranced up, pleased as anyting to see me again. It wasn't mutual.
"It's so cute, isn't it?" Arianna said dreamily.
"Are we seeing the same creature? It's like a demented goat with a bone growth — Kiersten White

In the street he drew a deep breath. He was free. Free from recollection and anticipation. Free, for an hour or two, to refuse to admit the existence of the past or future. Free to live only now and here, in the place where his body happened at each instant to be. Free
but the boast was idle; he went on remembering. Escape was not so easy a matter. — Aldous Huxley

Don't be so nervous," Ryan said, burying his fingers in Jamie's hair and stroking it soothingly.

"It's just me. Don't freak out on me."

Jamie huffed out a laugh. "This is crazy," he mumbled, staring at Ryan's lips.

"A little," Ryan said, applying pressure to Jamie's head until their forehead touched. "Watch and learn. — Alessandra Hazard