Kia Soul Quotes

Now, at twenty-nine, I was miserable, broke, semi-homeless, very single, and pulling up to a gorgeous lake house whose very existence nauseated me. Grandly romanticizing my life had stopped serving me, but my fatal flaw was still riding shotgun in my dinged-up Kia Soul, narrating things as they happened:

Why am I so weird all the time? Then again, having conversations with myself in my head doesn’t help.

My body is no longer mine. My soul dormant. I am once again, possessed. www.thethreeimmortalblades.com

I’m kicking myself for selecting the cheapest car I could possibly rent. Thirty bucks a day. I wonder if Verity has ever sat in a Kia Soul.

From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to give up; I wanted to give up on living. There was no denying that tomorrow would come, and the day after tomorrow, and so next week, too. I never thought it would be this hard, but I would go on living in the midst of a gloomy depression, and that made me feel sick to the depths of my soul. In spite of the tempest raging within me, I walked the night path calmly.” "Bất chợt, từ sâu trong cõi lòng, tôi muốn quẳng đi tất cả, cả việc bước đi và việc phải sống tiếp. Chắc chắn rồi ngày mai sẽ tới, rồi ngày kia sẽ tới, và rất chóng, rồi tuần sau sẽ tới. Chưa bao giờ tôi cảm thấy điều ấy lại phiền lụy đến thế như lúc này. Tôi thực sự sợ khi phải nghĩ rằng, cả những lúc đó, tôi cũng sẽ phải sống trong đau buồn và u uẩn. Bão tố đang quần đảo trong lòng, vậy mà tôi vẫn bước đi bình thản, tôi bỗng thấy hình ảnh của mình khi ấy sao mà ảm đạm.

Fuck him. Hot yoga and wine are not going to help me get over this unbearable asshole, and maybe taking my first holiday from work would be good for the soul.

Some old traits never die, isn’t that right Kurt?” “And some are easily fixed with death. It was you who always taught me that,” Kurt said ruthlessly.

I will protect him until I know he is safe and then I will have to leave him behind. I cannot be so selfish as to try to drag him into this war because of my own pain and suffering.

It’s my blood I carry. My soul I carry. My body. None of it belongs you to you,” I said, striking my hand out and watching her do the same.

Pancakes! I jumped from my bed excitedly and jogged to the kitchen: my quick morning run.

Se pou Bondye gen pitye pou nanm mwen.” She began to speak Haitian creole, asking God to have mercy on her soul.

This brute of a man brought me back to life, feeding the part of my soul that I hadn’t realized craved attention.

Even if I had to sell my soul to the devil himself.

I love him. That thought rocks my soul, cracks it wide open, and worse than that it hurts. I love him. Fuck, I also hate him.

but my fatal flaw was still riding shotgun in my dinged-up Kia Soul, narrating things as they happened:

He wanted painting to be perceived as the most seductive of the arts, more intelligent, sensual, charming, and true to life than poetry, music, or sculpture. 6 In order to achieve this, he wanted to make his figures animated and give them a soul. It must look as though they could twist and turn their bodies as naturally and nimbly as a weasel, and bite back at the world outside the frame surrounding them.

the artist who painted her gave his first secular portrait so much heart and soul that art was never the same again. The emancipation of women would not come for another five hundred years, but the emancipation of art happened at that moment.

He must have thought to himself that it would be possible to abandon the usual profile view of women in Florence, without immediately giving rise to moral doubts. The side view said too little about a person; it was inhibiting, because it prevented dialogue. In order to be on an equal footing with the viewer, if not actually superior to him, the painted figure must be able to return his gaze. God had given people eyes so that they could understand the world, so they should be used, not hidden. “Oh eye, you stand supreme above all the other creations of God!” exclaimed Leonardo. “It is the window of the human body, through which it sees its way and enjoys the beauty of the world; it is thanks to the eye that the soul is content with its human prison.” 17