Francesca Cahill Quotes

#1. She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reasons to refuse him;
But what she meets and what she fears
Are less than are the downward years
Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs
Of age, were she to lose him.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

#2. Feeling is the secret.

Neville Goddard

#3. You are my only accomplishment.

Brenda Joyce

#4. Minds have their own weather systems. You are in a hurricane. Hurricanes run out of energy eventually. Hold on.

Matt Haig

#5. The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one's gloves.

O. Henry

#6. Libertarian socialism is properly to be regarded as the inheritor of the liberal ideals of the Enlightenment.

Noam Chomsky

#7. If by leaving a small pleasure one sees a great pleasure, let a wise man leave the small pleasure, and look to the great.

Gautama Buddha

#8. Why are we fated to love those we cannot have ...?

Anne Rouen

#9. A bit like religion, lots of rumor but no real proof that it existed.

Bethany Knox

#10. For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

Chuck Palahniuk

#11. I am I, I am he. We are, but I am I, first I am I, I will defend being I until I am unable to fight any longer. I am I, Atalia. Ego. Yo. A professional degree, an Argentine, a scarlet fingernail, pretty sometimes, big dark eyes, I. Atalia Donosi, I. Yo. Yo-yo, windlass and hawser. Funny.

Julio Cortazar

#12. I traveled with my mother, Lela, and there was never enough money. I always had to roll down my silk stockings and carry a doll when we bought train tickets so I could go half-fare. If we had $3, we always figured how to tip for the trunks and still eat.

Ginger Rogers

#13. Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

William Wordsworth