Standalone Quotes

To be of good quality, you have to excuse yourself from the presence of shallow and callow minded individuals.

Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.

I know what it is to want something that could destroy you.

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

Do not allow any negativity or ugliness in your surroundings, or anybody at all, destroy your confidence or affect your growth as a blooming flower. It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone.

I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.

Stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone.

If a lion turned every time small dogs barked at it, it would be the laughing stock of the jungle.

That's life. Life is the ultimate game, and its rules were made to be broken

The good and the bad never existed in this world as standalone features. They were always bound together.

When mothers warn their daughters about all the cold nasty men out there who will only break their tender little hearts, I'm the one they've got in mind because I'm the one who broke their hearts when their mothers were warning them.

There were two brothers, Truth and Lie. One day they get to playing, throwing cutlasses up into the air. Them cutlasses come down and fast as can be-swish!-chop each of their faces clean off! Truth bed down, searching for his face. But with no eyes, he can't see. Lie, he sneaky. He snatch up Truth's face and run off! Zip! Now Lie go around wearing Truth's face, fooling everybody he meet.

Crazy people always think they're perfectly sane. It's what makes them so crazy; their entire delusion lies within the fact that they believe they aren't deluded.

We're the perfect complement to each other. I help him stay grounded and he helps me fly.

You win,” he panted. His fingers tightened on her hips as he shoved her back into the wall and kept her there. “I’m yours. Be gentle.

The shedding of blood has historically been seen as a male act of heroism: from right-of-passage fistfights, to contact sports and combat. Infrequent, random events seen as standalone milestones; stories to tell once the pain - and enough time - has passed. Female bleeding is more mundane, more frequent, more getonwithit, despite its existence being the reason that every single life begins

Integrity is your own gauge of what is right for you. Integrity is not a stand-alone concept,

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?

I hope you nail the bastard.” So does he.

Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone.

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Passionate people are always ready to stand for their dreams even if no one stand with them. They vote and vote alone for their dreams but never loss their nomination for excellent leadership!

It’s dangerous to cherry-pick a few stand-alone verses, particularly when they are used as a weapon to silence and intimidate, effectively benching half the church5 in the midst of holy harvest season when the harvest is plentiful and the workers are few.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. -Oscar Wilde

My ex-husband is a stalker, and I’m his obsession.

And he was the kind of handsome that makes your toes curl under the sheets at night

Don't get me wrong I felt it, the hint of danger, but I was attracted by it. I had the naive idea that dangerous was interesting.

That odd feeling had been suffocated. And all I could feel was gratitude. Dumb me.

I counted every breath, I memorized every curve, I swear I did.

then their eyes would widen and cheeks would burn as they thanked and thanked again my rich boyfriend.

I did something bad and mean and selfish.

I can never allow the day I’ll see you leave me, so stay. Let me make this right.

No one can keep us apart, not even you.

I say smiling nastily like a sick-with-power-bitch-queen would do.

You don’t know what's best for us, but I do. I won't let you ruin us.

Sometimes the “them” strategy is just a narcotic to feed the beast in all of us.

Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal. "There's nothing to say." He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

How have you always felt?” he wondered. “Loved.” Her eyes opened and met his. “Wanted, happy, excited. A little sad.” He felt himself stiffen. “Why sad?” “Because it always feels like one lifetime with you just isn’t enough.

I can mold you, eyes closed using the way your body fits so perfectly against mine.

You are a vision, a goddess made flesh.

Can we love someone even if it means that we’ll only abuse them?

no one takes the safety concerns of a woman seriously until she has been injured or dead.

stays still like a statue as if waiting for my signal, and I love him for that and the urge to enter in collateral-crashing with him makes me bold as I kiss him passionately

puts his mouth back to where it belongs

Great. Just fucking great. After I rode my bicycle back to my multi-million-dollar company, I was going to have to learn how to whittle.

I am not going to think about the things I am not going to think about.

Thank you, Co-Pilot Obvious.

Most books on publishing deal with publishing by itself. Most books on marketing deal with marketing as a stand-alone project. I think this is the wrong approach. Self-publishing and book marketing have to be considered as an integrated project. That is what this book does; it treats publishing and marketing together as a unified project.

Sadly kitchens often fall into the decorative trap of defaulting to basics: plain white units, tiled splash-back behind the sink or hob and possibly a large jolly-coloured standalone fridge-freezer as the one note of individuality.

But not Malik, he looked like a man.

and still to this day, this vision makes me laugh with flattery and self-satisfaction.

So I made a moaning noise with the grimace that goes with it like I saw the women do in the porn movies he likes. It felt quite natural, like the adequate thing to do.

And what was one slap which, in retrospect, did not even hurt that much? So I forgave him.

I’m not the scared naïve girl you knew. I’m not afraid of you anymore and if you come for me again, you’ll be very sorry.

He gripped the back of her neck again in that purely dominating way that made her melt. “We’re finishing this when we get back.” His voice was a low, raspy growl.

She also cussed every time he pooped for the first year, so it came as no surprise when his first sentence was, “Shit, Momma.” Our sides hurt for days after that one.

What's happening to me?" she whispers to the quilt. "I'm losing my mind." Though that implies that I had one to begin with.

Why do you fight me?" His voice is soft again, as textured as velvet. "Can't you see I'm doing everything I can to help you?" "Help yourself off the edge of a cliff," she growls.

Who ever really knows that it is the first time the first time you meet? It's only the first time after there's a second time. Up until then, it's just an only.

Stand up to injustice, even if you stand alone

Unlike a stand-alone decision or a goal, a strategy is a coherent set of analyses, concepts, policies, arguments, and actions that respond to a high-stakes challenge.

Don’t be afraid of being alone; a lion does not rule the jungle with sheep at its side.

Sun Tzu said, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,

There are some people who come into our lives and take a little piece of our hearts when they go. So they’ll always have that love with them. But the heart is resilient and will eventually heal itself. Though the new heart isn’t the same as the old heart, and that’s why we never love two people the same way.” “I guess.

I remember something." "Yes?" "You told me once that you were going to break my heart." He rolls over to face her. "Yes," he says. "I may once have said something like that." "What happened?" His beautiful eyes are even more hypnotic up close. "You broke mine.

And my nipples harden as my toes curl at the sight of Oumar, Olympic multi-champion, Krav Maga God, my teacher, my mentor, my crush, my soon to be lover, crawling to my feet just to enjoy the sight of me.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan

I grew terrified he would leave me, so afraid. I would have been used and left like a dirty tissue, I would have been worthless, emptied. I would be impure and what would my mother think after I already made each other meet?

I visited Anna’s grave to give her a piece of my mind for ever believing it was better for me to spend those years without her. Then I bent down and kissed the gravestone, making sure she knew I understood the decision she ultimately made.

If this guy ever had an unselfish thought, as my mama would say, it would die of loneliness.

Sometimes a wolf has to stand alone to find out what he’s made of.

but the next second, I couldn't breathe at all. I go blank. Immobilized, cornered, pressed against the door and Malik’s marble-hard chest.

I did not feel I had the right or strength to resist him

But I’m aware in full force of his strength, how effortlessly he could hurt me so I’m already wary of this man.

If I didn’t know better, I’d have even thought he had the ability to tame wild beast four-year-olds.

Coop knows that I would rather douche with battery acid than pick a restaurant, so he already knew to tell him that it would be fine.

Briar Rose awakens to grace us with her gentle presence once more." "Shut up," says Vol. "Your thorns are showing.

It symbolises strength." Bastien snorts. "It certainly doesn't provide any.

Vol picks up the cup of tea in both hands and takes a long sip. Mm, grass-clippings. Her favourite.

What’s he gonna do? Pray to fucking Jesus to dip your sinful ass in holy water? Baby, I may be the Antichrist, but you’re definitely my holy grail.

Forgive me, Father, for all I seem to do is sin.

I was madder at myself than Elodie. I’d caused this. Why? Because I was impulsive, horny, selfish—and a goddamn panty snatcher, apparently.

Malik's eyes locked on me from the farthest corner of the room. He was in the middle of a sentence but he never finished it, leaving this girl’s jaw to fall to the ground as he approached me. Never breaking eye contact to let me know his intentions to come to me very, very clear.

I want you to wear this and always remember me, remember the time we’ve had together. Whether I can complement this someday with another ring, or whether it stands alone as a symbol of what never could be, this eternity band represents my eternal love and respect for you, Bianca.

They stare at her, not seeing the woman she is or the girl she was none too long ago, but a mere puzzle. An intractable puzzle - bemusing and a little frustrating, but capable of being solved nonetheless.

Gannon came from loud, passionate Italian stock that wasn’t afraid to smash a plate to make a statement. Paige, on the other hand, systematically choked down any temper and, with frosty efficiency, made him dance like a fucking puppet.

He could traverse any terrain on the planet, kill someone countless ways with his bare hands and can and had survived behind enemy lines with his team on more than one occasion. But the thought of Nora going out with someone else twisted him up

That's not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask—no, demand—me to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong to you. Never mind what it does to me. Never mind that each time I see you, I wonder if I'll ever hold you in my arms again, or be able to touch you without you cringing away like I'm a monster. I think it's fair to ask if there's an 'us,' my dear, because I suspect you're trying to use me just now. Tell me that's not cruel, and I'll let you go.

All right," she snaps at the computer. "I get it. I'm slowing down! Gods!" "Activating Generic Ocular Display Sequence. G.O.D.S." The front of her shuttle goes transparent and Vol experiences a nauseating wave of vertigo. "No, that's not what I meant! It's an expression! What the hell?" "Error. Request must be made in the form of a command." "Oh, f*** you." "Error. Command not recognised." "I'm not surprised," Vol mutters.

During our World History lesson that morning, Mr. Avenovich loaded up a stand-alone simulation so that our class could witness the discovery of King Tut’s tomb by archaeologists in Egypt in AD 1922. (The day before, we’d visited the same spot in 1334 BC and had seen Tutankhamen’s empire in all its glory.)

If you’re married, agree on the budget with your spouse. This one sentence requires a stand-alone book to describe how, but the bottom line is this: if you aren’t working together, it is almost impossible to win. Once the budget is agreed on and is in writing, pinky-swear and spit-shake that you will never do anything with money that is not on that paper. The paper is the boss of the money, and you are the boss of what goes on the paper, but you have to stick to the budget, or it’s just an elaborate theory.

I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped my face in between the hanging silks and chiffons. Her scent was warm and possessive. If my idea of home had a smell, this would be it. Home. Mother. Oh God, please. My face crumpled, and my knees gave out. I pitched forward into her hanging clothes, grabbing at her blouses and dresses, smelling of gardenias and dusk. I fell to the closet floor, pulling some with me. I toppled amongst her shoes; stinging eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen open in a silent "O." They were out there somewhere, their lifeless bodies, still and cold, and they would never be coming home again. I curled my legs inside the wardrobe and pulled the door closed, shutting myself away with her memory.

Stand up to injustice, even if you stand alone.

Malik didn’t as much as look at other women.

made me sit on the kitchen stool and tongued me down there

Emma Garcia gripped the steering wheel of the stolen pick-up truck she wished she wasn’t driving. In the entirety of her twenty-six years, she hadn’t taken as much as a piece of gum without paying for it, until today…

Why didn’t you kiss me back when I kissed you then?” I want to be sure. “You seemed vulnerable and I didn’t want to take advantage,” he answers. I’m not about to let this chance slip by so I tell him, “You wouldn’t be taking advantage now.” He tilts his head upwards but stays still like a statue as if waiting for my signal, and I love him for that and the urge to enter in collateral-crashing with him makes me bold as I kiss him passionately.

Despite his soft speech, he stared at her as he’d like to eat her whole. Damn her traitorous body if that thought wasn’t such a bad one…. This could not be happening. She was on the run from a maniac and her hormones were going haywire. Clearly, she had issues.

Capitalism is nothing if it is not on the move. Marx is incredibly appreciative of that, and he sets out to evoke the transformative dynamism of capital. That’s why it is so very strange that he’s often depicted as a static thinker who reduces capitalism to a structural configuration. No, what Marx seeks out in Capital is a conceptual apparatus, a deep structure, that explains the way in which motion is actually instantiated within a capitalist mode of production. Consequently, many of his concepts are formulated around relations rather than stand-alone principles; they are about transformative activity.

Caleb shifted uncomfortably as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, he’d thought she’d been naked under the sheet. But, it had been a nude-colored type of top. Didn’t seem to matter, the sight had kicked his fantasies into overdrive. She tried to hide herself, but the nightlight next to her bed cast a soft amber glow around her shining right through the thin sheet, illuminating her small pert breasts perfectly even through the top…. He couldn’t live under the same roof as her and not go insane. He would make an announcement tomorrow. She was off-limits.