Fave Quotes

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.

Love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and earth and everything in between.

You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on."-Allison

Fighting, laughing, loving or crying, if it was with him, I was where I wanted to be.

Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains. Those who think themselves the masters of others are indeed greater slaves than they.

A good dream was something you clung to until the last moment before waking.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

This is the real way a friendship ends. Not with some huge screaming row, but with a gradual withdrawal. You’d think it would be less painful this way.

I wasn't thinking of his blood, rushing just below the skin. I wasn't thinking of his heartbeat or his touch or the pulse at his throat. Right now, all I was thinking of was Zeke.

It seemed Lady Luck hated me worse than usual.

Sometimes it’s the mistakes that turn out to be the best parts of life,

This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.

Ideals belong in a world only the wise man can understand," Marron said quietly.

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.

You can't lose what you never had.

I am wicked in many ways.

What matters is what we do with the life we have.

You know, glass is pretty easy to break, Aria." Roar was watching here, his gaze thoughtful.

People lied. That's just what they did.

As the great poet wrote, ‘To thine own self be true.’…What? You don’t think a Skotos can be literate? I happen to love Shakespeare. Hamlet is one of my faves. (Zeth) I’m not touching that one with tongs and a gas mask. (Jericho)

If he's dead, I'll never forgive you." I suddenly felt cold and frail and horrible numb. Jason's reply was so soft that I almost missed it." I wont forgive myself, either.

The human brain can only be stretched so far before it breaks.

A king without supporters is no king at all.

My heart breaks. I hear it break. I feel it.

he’s seen enough to know that you can’t kill all the badness in the world. You cut it down in front of you only to find that it's standing right behind you.

I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us

I rolled my eyes. “I feel like a zoo animal.” Travis watched me for a moment, noted those staring, and then stood up. “I CAN’T!” he yelled. I stared in awe as the entire room jerked their heads in his direction. Travis bobbed his head a couple of times to a beat in his head. Shepley closed his eyes. “Oh, no.” Travis smiled. “get no….sa…tis…faction,” he sang, “I can’t get no….sat-is-fac-tion. ‘Cuz I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…,” he climbed onto the table as everyone stared, “I CAN’T GET NO!” He pointed to the football players at the end of the table and they smiled, “I CAN’T GET NO!” they yelled in unison. The whole room clapped to the beat, then. Travis’ sang into his fist, “When I’m drivin’ in my car, and a man comes on the…ra-di-o…he’s tellin’ me more and more…about some useless in-for-ma-tion! Supposed to fire my im-agin-a-tion! I CAN’T GET NO!

It’s not always about tomorrow and the day after that—what we achieve over the years and how we leave the world. Sometimes it’s about today.

A silent road stretched before me, damp with rain and littered with cars. As I watched, pale figures began to slip through the trees or claw their way out of the earth. Rabids edged onto the pavement, filling the road, their hisses and snarls rising into the air. Their empty white eyes blazed with madness and Hunger, and they began to sprint forward . Reaching back, I drew my bladem feeling it rasp free, gleaming as it came into the light. Looking up at the approaching rabids, I smiled.

You cant rely on anybody being around for you, because things change.

Her brain is like a filing cabinet – everything neatly stored in categories. My brain is more like soup – everything all blended and mushed together.

Losing your family... it puts fear in a different perspective, Chase had once told me.

a trained bus thrower like Gabriel, or Robin Hood wannabe like Scarlet, or a ninja assassin like Tristan

One priceless bit of advice my great-grandfather fave my grandfather, and my grandfather gave me: "Success is never final. Failure is never fatal.

I pat Eden's head. "I'll be right back okay? Stay on the bench. Don't go anywhere. If someone tries to make you move, you scream. Got it?

BABY BOY, FASHION IS NOT FOR ADVERTISING YOUR FAVE SEX ACTS ON YOUR SHIRT. UNH-UNH, NO IT'S NOT !

We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.

And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief Convulse is & consume us Day by day And cold hopes swarm Like worms within Our living clay

Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied

STAY CLOSE TO THE CHEESE.

I was a hypocrite. When the roof came down, it was going to fall on me first.

Love is a sliver of sunlight peeking through the darkness; a whisper of hope when all is lost.

...then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles of Abby Normal

For me, that was love. Tangible. Love was what was in front of me, not a distant fantasy.

I wanted the syrupy taste of this small rebellion. And this stupid machine was denying that bit of freedom to me . . . just like everyone else.

This is what I love about life. The UP. You can be completely down and out, and in the next you feel like you're flying, for no reason at all.

What can I say? Love is blind,” said Rory, sitting down next to Yamane. “Yamane here is the acknowledged world master of queer fu.” “Oh, no, you did not just say that.” Yamane shot him a sour look and drank the last of Rory’s beer.

Throughout our history, humanity has been plagued with questions, and also plagued with regular plagues. I don't know much about biology, so I can't speak to actual plagues. However, I can answer all kinds of questions: moral, ethical, job-related, child rearing, party etiquette, romantic, technological, stuff about boobs, and my three faves: How do I have sex with someone and not talk to them again?, Can you hit a kid for a very, very good reason?, and of course How do you get a self-righteous asshole to shut the fuck up, even if they're right?

If it be knowledge or wisdom one is seeking, then one had better go direct to the source. And the source is not the scholar or philosopher, not the master, saint, or teacher, but life itself - direct experience of life. The same is true for art. Here, too, we an dispense with "the masters.

People can change... no matter where they come from, no matter where they think they ought to go, people can make their own way.

You don't deserve Jack. You don't deserve to sleep. You don't deserve to live.

That’s my cousin, dickwad,” Agent Jaxon Tremain said from Hector’s left. Had Whacky Jacky been next to Dallas, he would have drilled his knuckles into the guy’s bicep. “Watch your mouth.” “By watch my mouth do you mean I should invite your cuz back to my place for a game of Hide the Magic Wand, or my new personal fave, Puff on the Magic Dragon?” Dallas asked conversationally. “And I know what you’re thinking. I’m really into wizardry these days. Well, you’re right.” Hector gave a rusty bark of laughter. He hadn’t observed Dallas in this good a mood in a long time. A low growl escaped Jaxon. “I meant I’d scoop out your liver with a spoon, you idiot!” “Sterling silver or plastic?” Hector asked. In their line of work, details were important. Besides, he liked being part of their banter.

Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, anymore than standing in your garage makes you a car.

There was a difference, I had decided, between knowing and believing. And I wanted both.

 Wasting time is a stupid thing to do in this big ol' ugly world.

Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to inflict my rantings on you, even though we are destined to spend the rest of our lives together. I don't suppose you fave any thought to where we should be married while I was in with that lot of fools, did you?" "Yes," she said. "I decided we shouldn't, that wartime attachments are a bad idea. Particularly if you're going to be lassoing flying bombs.

You know that I hate you, Roark. I hate you for what you are, for wanting you, for having to want you. I'm going to fight you-and I'm going to destroy you-and I tell you this as calmly as I told you that I'm a begging animal. I'm going to pray that you can't be destroyed-I tell you this, too-even though I believe in nothing and have nothing to pray to. But I will fight to block every step you take. I will fight to tear every chance you want away from you. I will hurt you through the only thing that can hurt you-through your work. I will fight to starve you, to strangle you on the things you won't be able to reach. I have done it to you to today-and that is why I shall sleep with you tonight. Part 2, Chapter 7, pg. 272-3 The Fountainhead

The masculine scents of tobacco, spice and a hint of grapefruit hit her nostrils and affected her like she's dropped into a Godiva factory. What was he wearing ? Reminded her of the bonding scent vampires threw off when they met their soul mates in her fave series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood.

I think I’d rather be branded than submit to some of the things that you have to.” He said this without spite, just a soft statement of fact. “I’m not strong enough to do that.

Trojan is a no-blow-job- condom. The flavor is horrible. Someone should come up with a barbecue-flavored condom for the hood. But greedy bitches would probably start chewing dicks.

Heeeeeey, how was that? Are you feeling calm and collected? Did you just release a big breath, look up to the sky and thank the stars for keeping all your faves alive? So far.

You have done well, Katie,” Frau Gerlach said. “You would make a fine midwife someday, if you ever wished to learn.” I cast my eyes down, exhausted and shy and afraid and proud all at once. “All I have managed so far is to be a midwife to the puppies.” She reached out to pat my cheek with a bloody hand. “God smiles on those who quietly do his dirty work, my girl.

For my number-one favorite kill, I almost went with Johnny Depp being eaten alive and then regurgitated by his own bed in A Nightmare on Elm Street, but the winner, by a finger blade’s width, has to be the death of that feisty Tina (Amanda Wyss), who put up such a fight while I thrashed her about on the ceiling of her bedroom. Freddy loves a worthy adversary, especially if it’s a nubile teenaged girl. A close second goes to my hearing-impaired victim Carlos (Ricky Dean Logan) in Nightmare 6. In these uber-politically-correct times, it’s refreshing to remember what an equal opportunity killer Freddy always was. Not only does he pump up the volume on the hearing aid from hell, but he also adds a nice Latino kid to his body count. Today they probably wouldn’t even let Freddy force-feed a fat kid junk food. Dream death number three is found in a sequence from Nightmare 3. Freddy plays puppet master with victim Phillip (Bradley Gregg), converting his arm and leg tendons into marionette strings, then cutting them in a Freddy meets Verigo moment. The kiss of death Profressor Freddy gives Sheila (Toy Newkirk) is great, but not as good as Al Pacino’s in The Godfather, so my fourth pick is Freddy turning Debbie (Brooke Theiss) into her worst nightmare, a cockroach, and crushing her in a Roach Motel. A classic Kafka/Krueger kill. For my final fave, you will have to check out Freddy vs. Jason playing at a Hell’s Octoplex near you. Here’s a hint: the hockey-puck guy and I double team a member of Destiny’s Child. Yummy! Now where’s that Beyonce…

The past resides inside the present, repeating hiccuping, reminding you of all the stuff that no longer is. It bleeds out from road signs and plaques on park benches and songs and surnames and faves and the covers of books.

energy. It doesn’t change anything, but it’ll show us when our minds are connected, and I thought it would help us concentrate and . . .” His voice trailed off. “You hate them, don’t you?” “Of course not!” She liked them a little too much, actually. She was just trying not to show it. There were a lot of kids staring at them. And whispering. And giggling. Fitz twisted his palms, breaking the rings’ connection. “I guess I should’ve gone with the necklace Biana showed me. You just have so many necklaces—and the last one you got . . .” He didn’t finish the sentence. It would’ve meant mentioning Keefe. “I’m glad you got me these. Seriously. They’re my fave.” She pointed to the “FAV.” That earned her another smile, and Fitz brushed his dark hair off his forehead. “Come on, I’m sure Dex and Biana are getting sick of waiting for us.

The old man's fave gleamed, memory-bound. Eddie did not glimpse the young man who had been (Gran-pere was too old for that), but in his rheumy eyes he saw the mixture of excitement and determination and sick fear which must have filled him that day. Must have filled them all. Eddie felt himself reaching out for it the way a hungry man will reach for food, and the old man must have seen some of this on his face, for he seemed to swell and gain vigor. Certainly this wasn't a reaction the old man had ever gotten from his grandson; Tian did not lack for bravery, say thankya, but he was a sodbuster for all that. This man, however, this Eddie of New York... he might live a short life and die with his face in the dirt, but he was no sodbuster.

I invited her over to the apartment in an attempt to recreate the club's horror movie nights. I started off with a sure bet: Scream. A perennial fave. But to my horror Saundra showed up at my apartment with her tablet loaded with the MTV series based on the movies. When I told her, ver gently, that I would rather tear my skin off than watch that abomination, she laughed and hit play.

“I’m trying to teach you this mysterious skill, one that you seem to lack. It’s called how to say goodbye.” she said. “I never want to,” I said. “What? Never want to what?” “I never want to learn how to say goodbye.”

Q&As covered my fave color (purple), my fave shows (Family Ties and Cosby), my height (5′ 7″), weight (130 pounds) and eye color (hazel). They also printed false information. One said my parents were a psychologist and a newspaper reporter. Sure, my television parents held those careers—my real parents were a math/P.E. teacher and a housewife/manager (of me). I was supposed to be the coolest kid on the planet, but no one knew what a dork I was.

Was it love when we met on the Internet? Was it love when he pursued me with silly messages and praise for my writing and a picture drawn in my favourite candy? When an attractive person pursues you, there is the luxury of not having to worry about whether it is love, because you are not the one don't the pursuing. At least, not at first. My usual habit of falling for people, when I think I am not falling, seemed irrelevant. He poked and messaged and "liked" and faved my every Internet itch. I had feelings, any feelings, under control.

I’m trying to teach you this mysterious skill, one that you seem to lack. It’s called how to say goodbye.” I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. “What are you grinning at?” she said. “I never want to,” I said. “What? Never want to what?” “I never want to learn how to say goodbye.

It was funny how abruptly and entirely necessary this vision had become. From that first little touch, the whole world had shifted. Where before there was just one thing I could not live without, now there were two. There was no division—my love was not split between them now; it wasn’t like that. It was more like my heart had grown, swollen up to twice its size in that moment. All that extra space, already filled. The increase was almost dizzying.

Se potessi vivere di nuovo la mia vita nella prossima cercherei di commettere più errori. Non cercherei di essere così perfetto, mi rilasserei di più. Sarei più sciocco di quanto non lo sia già stato, di fatto prenderei ben poche cose sul serio. Sarei meno igienico. Correrei più rischi, farei più viaggi, contemplerei più tramonti, salirei più montagne, nuoterei in più fiumi. Andrei in più luoghi dove mai sono stato, mangerei più gelati e meno fave, avrei più problemi reali e meno immaginari. Io fui uno di quelli che vissero ogni minuto della loro vita sensati e con profitto; certo mi sono preso qualche momento di allegria. ma se potessi tornare indietro, cercherei di avere soltanto momenti buoni. Che, se non lo sapete, di questo è fatta la vita, di momenti: non perdere l'adesso. Io ero uno di quelli che mai andavano da nessuna parte senza un termometro, una borsa dell'acqua calda, un ombrello e un paracadute; se potessi tornare a vivere, vivrei più leggero. Se potessi tornare a vivere comincerei ad andare scalzo all'inizio della primavera e resterei scalzo sino alla fine dell'autunno. Farei più giri in calesse, guarderei più albe e giocherei con più bambini, se mi trovassi di nuovo la vita davanti. Ma vedete, ho 85 anni e so che sto morendo

Frankie was making me work for my forgiveness. It had taken several days, a thousand phone messages, and a seriously overpriced Vogue Hommes International shoved through his mail slot to get him even to speak to me. He was sitting across the table from me now, arms crossed over his chest (to be fair, he did that a lot when wearing that particular cashmere sweater; it covered the repaired moth hole at the point of the V-neck), glowering a little. I nudged the cannoli another millimeter toward him. It was chocolate chip,his fave. "So I screwed up twice." I was wrapping up my tale of guilt and woe. "Edward I don't mind so much now. We just were too different for it to work out in the end..." I chanced a glance at Frankie's sulky face to see if he found that at all humorous. Apparently not.,. I sighed and went for honesty. "Alex...That one has walloped me." Frankie darted out a finger and scooped a little of the filling from the cannoly. I resisted the urge to fling myself across the table and hug him until he squeaked. "The sharks were good," he acknowledged, and not even too reluctantly. "Insane but good." "Yeah.And Ferdinand. I'll introduce you sometime." Frankie wrinkled his perfect nose. "I'll take my stingray as a shagreen wallet, thank you." I laughed.Not that I appreciated the thought of Ferdinand as an accessory,but I was just so happy to have my Frankie back. He read my mind and waved a cannoli-tipped finger at me. "Ah.You are not forgiven yet, madam." I subsided in my chair. "I'm sorry," I told him quietly. "I'm really really sorry. If I could go back and do any of it differently, the very first thing would be to tell you everything as it was happening." "Hmph." Frankie took a bite of cannoli, delicately wiped his mouth, had a sip of espresso,wiped his mouth. And examined the painted til ceiling.

Y’all can come over here. We just set up the new media room. We can pop in one of our old faves or see what Hallmark Channel has on tonight.

Half an avocado, stuffed. One of my new faves! Here are some tantalizing combinations to try on top of half an avocado: 1 scoop of egg, tuna, or salmon salad; 2 tablespoons of your favorite hummus; 1 baked egg.

All rights reserved, of course, though if you really can’t afford the few dollars to pay for the book, go ahead and read it anyway; life’s too short for DRM. It would be rad if you’d tell other people about this work if you enjoy the stories, though, whether you paid or not. Let it be known that all profits from this book allow me to party like a rockstar, and if you paid for it (despite the overwhelming desire to find a torrent for it somewhere) you’re my fave. Muchas gracias.

A face full of Botox is a fave with no story; what wrong with wrinkles? The're a record of e every smile

virus’s job is to survive. So it keeps changing, but on a deeper level—that’s my dad’s fave phrase: ‘on a deeper level’—it’s not changing at all. It’s becoming what it already is. The environment becomes hostile; maybe antibodies are introduced, new proteins or something. So the virus does what viruses do: it adjusts.

FUCK THESE PEOPLE!" ☆KELLY LEE☆ ~2022~

Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.’ He looked perplexed. ‘Where did that come from? Is that a quote?’ ‘Yeah. Henry David Thoreau. You know, my fave philosopher.

But doesn’t fairness also mean not showing favoritism to one group over another? [fave quote from page 128]

Me fave book in the series it's makes my cry each time i read it it digs so deep for me and it really gives me the twists i want i one hundred percent recommend this to people

PTI's legal experts, dangerous elements, and the president of Pakistan intentionally manipulate the system to weaken the state and put the security of the state at grave risk. As Pakistan is under terror attacks, an economic crisis, and judges associated with fave political leadership; therefore, in such a risky situation, a declaration of emergency should be in place.

was in the next day’s New York Times). It was set to go off at 5 PM on Friday, when the store was always busiest. The next day on NY1 (we were back to Mom’s fave) one of the Bomb Squad guys said it would have brought the whole roof down. When asked how many people might have

Mmmhmm, you don't even like your little sister and brother—" "Well… that's true, but I do love them. And someday, when they aren't four-year-old aliens, I may even come to like them. So what do you say? Please… please… please?" "Okay, okay… we'll go to Grampa's workshop tomorrow, and we'll open the box there." Patti clapped her hands. "Sweet! And I promise, Carly, not even if someone ties me up and tortures me by eating all of my fave desserts in front of me, I - will - not – crack." She zipped her lips and threw away the key.

true evils to fouls, but the depraved habits of thefe are the fources to them of their depraved energies. But every energy, though it proceeds with depravity into the univerfe, is under the direftion of prefiding Gods, and of a more total or partial providence. For it becomes, fays PJotinu^, an unjufh adion to him who does it, fo far as pertains to the doing it, but jufl: to him who fuffers for it, fo far as he fuffers. And fo far as an adion of this kind is atheiftical, it originates from a partial caufe, which gives perfedion to an atlion full of paflion; but fo far as it is good, it obtains from prefiding powers its proper end. For it is neceffary that the authors of the greatell: crimes fhould fume time or other be called to punifliment; but this would never take place, unlefs their depravity received its completion. Many habits therefore, remaining unenergetic, render thofe by whom they are pofTefled incapable of obtaining their proper cure. Hence, on the Gods coiifulting concerning bringing the war to an end, and faving the Trojans, the Goddefs who prefides over juftice prevents any energy of this kind, that the Trojans may more fwiftly fuffer the punifhment of their crimes; and Minerva, who cooperates with this divinity, excites to the violation of the oath, that, energizing according to the whole of their depravity, they may receive the punifliment of the whole of it. For neither was it good for them to remain without a cure, nor that their latent depravity fhould be healed prior to their fecond offences.

This is one of my fave Quotes 1 year, 12 months, 363 days, 8760 hours, 525600minuts, 3153600 seconds, every day, every night, every time, I always miss you.

… ze všeho nejvíc ji v tu chvíli skličovala nezbytná myšlenka: “Co kdybych ale nemusela umřít! Co kdybych mohla žít, ta nekonečnost! A tohle všechno by bylo moje! Každou minutu bych proměnila ve věčnost, nic bych nepropásla, každý okamžik bych na vážkách odvažovala, ani chviličku bych nepromarnila!” Říkal, že nakonec ji z té myšlenky popadla taková zlost, že už si přála, aby ji někdo zastřelil co nejdřív.

I love engaging with my followers, after all, I love it if I get a tweet from my fave authors too!

Carnegie, disgusted, fave up all faith that the Colonel would serve as his personal peace envoy at Potsdam. "There's a trace of the savage," he wrote, "in that original compound.

Mom always teased him that he just liked the scary, in-your-face psychopaths with mommy issues. Michael Myers was one of his faves.

Your guys might not be ready for the likes of her.” I laugh. “She a heartbreaker? Don’t worry. I think those fools can handle it.” The Mona Lisa smile on her face is one of my faves, although all her smiles hit me hard. “Something like that.

People seem to think because I have a pretty fave I'm stupid... I have to work twice as hard as anyone else to convince people I have something resembling a brain" -Hedy Lamarr's Double Life: Hollywood Legend and Brilliant Inventor

FAVES: Not spiders! They terrify him. He once extracted a key hidden in a tank filled with snakes without breaking a sweat only to return to the hotel, where he saw a harmless house spider and almost fainted.

Success in projects is anticlimactic. Homework preordains it.

The great boss makes people make decisions.

Boss sex might be my fave.

I’ve nicknamed the condoms according to color: red is for devil dick, green is the green giant, blue is for smurf cock, and the black is the sledgehammer. I’m not a fan of the yellow ones; they look less banana-y and more like my dick has jaundice. My personal faves are the glow-in-the-dark ones, which make my dick look like a big glow stick.

That powerful PURPLE hue to my fave vintage beverages is a key unlocking the transformational depth of its flavor to its berry last drinkable drop.