Ejs Quotes

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

Sometimes the hardest things to believe are the only things worth believing at al.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us being together?” “Absolutely,” Calvin said with a low growl. Then he lifted my chin, tilting my head back, and kissed me deeply. Who was I to argue with Fate?

And power without compassion is the worst kind of evil there is.

These dreams are almost like reentering a part in a book that was dog-eared, continuing right where I left off the last time I awoke.

i don't suffer from insanity. i enjoy every minute of it

Neither happiness nor sadness are ever done with us. They are always passing by.

We all must wake up from dreams

And then there are the dreams that feel as authentic as reality itself, that seem to exist just as your own life does. Where the emotions you experience there carry over to when you're awake. They are so real, so genuine, that you begin to question your own sanity. And you know that when the day comes that you finally stop dreaming them, you will never stop remembering.

If you can still wipe your own backside then life's not that bad!

Nobody loves you like your mother and father. Not your husband, and not your children. While your parents are alive, eat as much of their love as you can, so it can sustain you for the rest of your life.

Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.

You know all those things you've always wanted to do? You should go do them.

She could pretend that it was not grief, that insurmountable pain you were meant to climb over like a few pebbles. She had public, political problems now; the kind of problems that everyone treated as real

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.

We have to believe going through darkness will eventually bring us light. Especially when night is out forever.

The road to anything truly worth having is often steep, but think of the view when you get there.

Hur väldig är ej rymden, hur mäktig ej dess gåta, hur liten inte jag.

Strength without swords." "How does one conquer without a sword? Without a weapon?" "The real leader conquers with her mind. Princess Santieri's phrase, was it not?

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

...if Clinton's answers come off as well-intended lectures, Obama is offering soaring sermons and generational opportunity. In 1960, the articulate Adlai Stevenson compared his own oratory unfavorably with John F. Kennedy's. "Do you remember," Stevenson said, "that in classical times when Cicero had finished speaking, the people said, 'How well he spoke,' but when Demosthenes had finished speaking, the people said, 'Let us march.' " At this hour, Obama is the Democrats' Demosthenes.

I would rather live in a world where people shout, "This is wrong." than live in a world with superheroes saving the day.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

I build worlds around us and solar systems and creatures that only exist in dreams. I manifest colors that have flavors and darkness that’s all encompassing. I go to a place unborn by man, created in a space where the natural law has no reach and the science of reason is washed away , replaced by the basic pure desire to exist, all of it coming from a place I never knew I had.

I’m trying to decide whether to tell you two to get a room or go barf in the trash can,” Emma said. “I’m leaning toward the second choice. You are both getting way too weird. And gross.” Cal barked out a laugh and slid his fingers down my arm to entwine with mine. His touch, and Emma’s comments, only made me blush more. Looks like Emma saw Cal lick my face after all. Now that wasn’t awkward or anything.

If wishes were flying monkeys, we'd all be wearing tiny hats.

I was having my own game of tug of war with my cyclops at least once a night.

Most of the guests here are psychotic gang bangers anyway!

Did that fucktard touch you?

Can I call you Fozzie?” “Can I call you Evelyn?” “Not if you want me to answer.” “It’s safe to say, the same goes for calling me Fozzie. I’m not a Muppet.

I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos. I thought that was part of the artist uniform.” “Who says I should be that much of a cliché? I’m naturally a masterpiece.

There couldn't be a resolution, because life doesn't end on a schedule. It ends in the middle, every time.

If one person in the world thinks you're beautiful, then it must be true... I think you're beautiful, by the way...

Pieej pie krāsns durtiņām tuvu, kad uguns kuras. Ej tā, lai neierauj ugunī, un saki :"Man jānoturas!

My research methods were extremely advanced. I Googled vinegar.

Control people with a sword, and they resent you. Control them with a song, and they plead for more.

All was fine. Or at least, it appeared to be fine, which of course meant it could very well be all wrong. .

Our feelings are different (because our thoughts are different). Because our wants are different. Actually, everyone's the same. Our sadness, sometimes, our joys.

As far as plans went, it was like facing the zombie apocalypse with a nail file and a bag of Skittles. It might work, but chances were good that I'd die a horrible, painful death. At least the end would be filled with fruity, candy goodness. And for my dramatic death scene I could whisper, in a creepy, quivery death rattle, taste the rainbow. Boy would those zombies be confused.

You’re more than my desire, Sabine. If I’m your home, then you’re my safe harbor. The sanctuary where I can finally rest. You’re my everything—my truth, my strength, my trust, my hope, and all my love. You’re the rest of my life.

Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.

At the heart of my argument is the view that religious faith, far from being inevitably on the side of the status quo, should on principle hold this world to higher standards.

Sometimes I wait for someone to come and change my life. Then I remember I am already here.

Today we are going to discover all about your vagina.

I'd eat your face like a pack of jackals eating their stolen spoils.

Great rolls of toilet paper arc like ejaculate through the black sycamores.

Lost things never like to be found until they've been forgotten.

Love means never to have to say, "That hooker meant nothing to me" - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

To strive. To seek. To find. And not to fucking yield. - Jon Hauser

What we see changes according to what we look for.

The most dangerous rumors are fashioned out of truth.

I've come to realise that there is always more than meets the eye, James

You defy me?

That's because you have couture bollocks.

Just because I survived doesn’t mean I could live

Now, I like to think that I'm of reasonable intelligence, but ordinary differential equations and myself...we don't really hang in the same comprehension circles. So, try as I might to follow my teacher's logic in how he got 3f"(x) + 5xf(x) to equal eleven, I never quite understood. His answer in no way, shape, or form resembled mine, and this misalignment -this complete confusion of how point A got to point B- is kind of where I'm at right now. "Dreaming?" I repeat dubiously.

Absolute certainty is no more attainable in metaphysics than it is in any other field of rational inquiry and it is unfair to criticize metaphysics for failing to deliver what no other discipline - not even mathematics - is expected to deliver.

As I pull down my dress the sudden realisation that I have just brutalised my own twat in the company of others places me in the most perplexing situation that I have ever found myself in.

Use your heart. Understand. Learn to see things in the now, not as they were or will be, or as they might or should be, but as they are, right now, in this moment. The heart sees the now; the mind only sees the next. If you can’t learn to see the now, you’ll never see what’s truly there, and then where will you be?” “Trapped” “Precisely. But if you take care of the now, the future will work out as it should.

I ONCE READ somewhere that the odds of getting hit by lightning are one in a million. One in a friggin’ million. So, if this situation were to be viewed optimistically, I’m a pretty unique individual. But here’s the thing—I just got hit by lighting on my birthday, so optimism can go kiss pessimism’s

His comment brings me back to my birthday dinner with Jared, and I grin at the memory. Dev blinks a few times at my pleased expression and gives me one of his knee-weakening smiles. Immediately, my face falls. "I wasn't smiling at you." "I see." He glances around. "So it was for the other man who opened the door for you." "As a matter of fact, it was," I say and breeze past him.

It is easy to blame the person responsible for the crime, to hate them and despise them, but when we sit idly by and watch evil happen right before our very eyes and become bound to the person by hate, we become co-conspirators of the wrong.

You know my grandmothers,” I said, and pointed at my nose, a habit I had picked up when I lived in Japan. “I’m an accumulation of their lives. Whatever I say or do now can give relief to the past—and to them. I don’t believe they’re ever gone.

I love you, Evelyn.” Leaning in, he grazes my earlobe with his mouth. “For longer than you might have known.” “Likewise.” He chuckles against my cheek. “That’s all you have to say? Likewise?” “Just shut up and kiss me.” “I was getting there.

Sometimes the hardest things to believe are the only things worth believing at all.

If I hadn’t stopped to thank the ghoul, I might not be covered in rotting, slimy, dead guy. I shook my head ruefully and continued walking. No good deed goes unpunished.

...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of ‘goin’ doololly.

As a scholar, it was her job to see things in relationship to other things; the only thing she couldn't see in a relationship was herself.

Alle disse dage, der kom og gik, ej vidste jeg, at de var livet.

Do try it; it's their best kept secret if you ask me. 'I´m more of a meat eater.

You will be my mortal sin Ileana.

You cut his dick off! "You know about that then?

Amelia, you are quite the challenge.

I stay pressed against the solid structure as the doors open . “I’d get some air if I were you. From the feel of it, you seem a little hot and bothered.

Let's be honest about journalists: We find a lot of ways of being wrong.

It probably took a lot to faze a cat.

You shouldn’t chase people. You should know that you are important enough and deserve the time and attention just like everyone else. You shouldn’t run after people to prove that you matter and exist. You are worth it, more than you could ever imagine. You are a star that could sparkle on anyone’s night sky. You are everything in someone’s eyes. Remember, do not chase, let them know your worth because if you have to chase, it’s not real love. It’s not worth it.

If you live in a hot or semi hot climate and have black leather seats in your sexy black car then, in summer, if you are wearing shorts as I was you must get used to the smell of bacon frying.

If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.

I swallow. Will I like this different me? Will my friends and family? “I know there is a popular saying ‘ignorance is bliss.’” She eyes me sympathetically, as if she knows my thoughts. “But I also know there is a better one that says ‘knowledge is power.’” I’m currently unsure which one I agree with.

You know, I've always admired you for seeming so selfless and trying to shift the blame to yourself, but then I got to thinking...." He turned around to address her directly, and his eyes were colder than she'd ever seen them. "Maybe you just can't stand the thought of everything not being about you.

Rae!” I shove his shoulder. “You can’t do that! You can’t snoop about you through me!”“Why not? How else were you going to repay me for this favor?” The corner of his mouth tips up. “Plus, wouldn’t you ask her that?”“Oh. My. God! That’s not the point,” I scold, but after a moment ask, “What did she say?

Tu atnāci pie manis nu jau otrām lādzēm. Ar acīm mirdzošām - un mirdzot rokassprādzēm. Bij kastaņlaiks. Tie paukšķēdami plīsa. Un kļuva pēkšņi žēl, ka dzīve ir tik īsa. Tik tiek, cik gaismu ieraudzīt ļauj Dievs, Kad tu man garām ej un iemirdzies. Es nežēlojos. Dzīvi jāņem smejot. Tik, cik tā iemirdzas. Kā garāmejot

I can recognize any one by the teeth, with whom I have talked. I always watch the lips and mouth: they tell what the tongue and eyes try to conceal. [at the funeral of Percy Bysshe Shelley, according to E.J. Trelawny]

EJ cries, "We've been best friends since kindergarten. You can't become a babe slayer and leave me in the dust! I don't have an older sister. I'm disadvantaged. All I got is Emmy, who can only drop preschool wisdom like, 'No pull Barbie's hair!'" "That's probably some early girl wisdom. Nobody likes to get their hair pulled," I say. "Except this one chick in my porno; I think she's into it. I cant really tell, though. I wish they would slow down.

I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.

Religious people should always be wary of the ways in which political power is wielded and skeptical of how economic privileges are distributed. They should also be mindful of how their own traditions have been used for narrow political purposes, and how some religious figures have manipulated the faith to aggrandize their own power. The doctrine of original sin and the idea of a fallen side of human nature apply to people who are religious no less than those who are not.

Love is a driving force for a person's decisions, motives, and purpose in life, as is evidenced by many stories told throughout history. It has caused happiness, joy, war, and deceit. Without love, one cannot function and thrive among their peers or humanity as a whole. Its absence can cause irreparable harm to thought processes and logic—or in Van Gogh’s case, make one crazed.

Now I am experiencing the Clear Light of objective reality. Nothing is happening, nothing ever has happened or ever will happen. My present sense of self, the voyager, is in reality the void itself, having no qualities or characteristics. I remember myself as the voyager, whose deepest nature is the Clear Light itself; I am one; there is no other. I am the voidness of the void, the eternal unborn, the uncreated, neither real nor unreal. All that I have been conscious of is my own play of consciousness, a dance of light, the swirling patterns of light in infinite extension, endless endlessness, the Absolute beyond change, existence, reality. I, the voyager, am inseparable from the Clear Light; I cannot be born, die, exist or change. I know now that this is my true nature.

What I had meant to say in the kitchen was that I had loved fish since I was little—white bite, crispy skin. I had been waiting for it so long that the picture of soft flesh decomposed and left bones for a fossil. When I had argued in the kitchen, I was arguing about what was lost to me. Like how I could not read the letters because of the old water stains that had spread ink across the bottom of the page. The problem was not the damage but the cause. I recognized the tears my younger self had wept while touching the shapes on the paper.

Ludački sam vraćao vrijeme oživljavao ubijenog još nije ubijen tek sam saznao da je zatvoren i došao odmah da pitam za njega ljudski je bratski nema straha ni stida još ima nade pustiće ga uskoro doći će mu ponude od mene znaće da nije sam ni ostavljen pred kapijom je rođena krv njegova. Ni kule ni stražari ni obziri nisu ga zadržali da ne dode došao je došao sam petnaest godina je mlađi uvijek sam se brinuo o njemu doveo sam ga u kasabu ej ljudi kako bih ga napustio kad mu je najteže razvedriće mu se ojađeno srce kad sazna da sam pitao za njega. Nikog svoga osim mene nema pa zar i ja da ga obmanem zašto U ime čega Svi me gledajte krivo ljutite se odmahujte glavom svejedno mi je ovdje sam ne odričem se veze od koje nemam bliže raspnite me ako hoćete za ovu ljubav zar se može protiv nje Došao sam brate nisi sam.

I sit on it's edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment...a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer.

Fifty years before Sherlock Holmes first appeared, the Bow Street Runner had used the Sherlockian method of careful observation of trifles. The Randall matter was the first case of ballistic identification to be documented, and Henry Goddard remains forever inscribed in forensic history as the man who proved that the butler did it.

Edmond Locard ordered all the local organ grinders and their simian employees brought to his laboratory. A number of the monkeys, perhaps concerned about an infringement of their civil rights, resisted fingerprinting and had to be restrained. The organ grinders were more cooperative. When the burglarizing beast had been identified, his companion’s rooms were searched and there the missing items were found.

www youtube com/watch?v=wRHxEj1HGHM I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look, at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

If you have something better to be doing than poetry, which means almost anything else, that is the thing you should be doing right now,” he said to the class. Then, he turned to me. “There’s nowhere else you could be?” “No,” I said to him. “Nowhere.” “You made the right choice. Poetry is better than nothing,” he said to me. “But you have nothing to fall back on.” He was careful not to ask any more questions. He must have sensed I was embarrassed to speak in front of the others, who were confident and sharp. The professor took out the napkin and let it open in his hand. “I’m going to be honest with all of you.” The room looked at each other. The professor said to the class, “If you have something else, and you can do something else, then don’t let it go. Most of you will go back to doing that thing.

Carter: "Dude, I don't know why it works, it just does. [...] Just pretend you're not into 'em and then ask a question. What's the worst that could happen?" EJ makes eye contact with the smallest one, off to the side. [...] She looks up at EJ and gives him the nicest smile. He pulls the trigger and yells, "You think you're hot stuff, don't you?" What the...? Where are you going with this? "Excuse me?" she replies, kind of sweetly. EJ asks, "You think you're cool, don't you? Where did you get that shirt, the Salvation Army? What the hell is with your hair? My eyes are as big as basketballs as he fires one mean-ass question after another at her. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?" he continues. It's like he's armed with self-esteem killer. "Did your parents have any kids that lived?" EJ asks. The girls starts to buckle, and tears are on the way. "Are these your friends, or are they like, counselors here to observe you?" EJ shouts. [...] He asks, "Does your grandma know you borrowed her shoes?" as I drag him away. The girl is crying pretty hard, and her friends are trying to console her. [...] "Man, that didn't do very well. What do you think I did wrong?" EJ asks. "Are you serious?" I ask "I was just doing what you told me to," he replies. "I-I-I told you to go up to that girl and start abusing her?" I ask. "You said to ask her questions and pretend I didn't like her!" he yells back. "Pretend YOU'RE NOT INTO HER!" I clarify. "Not that you hate her and wish she would die! Good God, that girl thought she was gonna get a boyfriend when you walked up, not years of therapy." "Do you think I still have a shot?" he asks "NO, I don't!" I bark

Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice.” Eph. 4:31. Have you read those words and thought, “Oh, that it might be so?” Have you earnestly tried to put away that evil speaking, together with “the root of bitterness” from which it springs, and failed, because “the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison?” James 3:8.  Read the Divine exhortation, “Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.” “Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 2:3, 5. And similar to this is the admonition, “Let brotherly love continue.” Heb. 13:1. What a blessed state of mind this must be; and what a heaven there would be on earth, if such a state of things only existed, even among those who profess the name of Christ. Yet how many who have set this blessed ideal before themselves, find themselves wondering how it is to be attained.