
Top 15 Kloots Quotes
#1. The sky's gone blue: azure, the ocean bluer: cerulean, the trees are swirls of every hella freaking green on earth and bright thick eggy yellow is spilling over everything.
Jandy Nelson
#2. I don't care if a man's theory for tomorrow is correct, I care if his spirit of today is correct.
Emma Goldman
#3. There is nothing more man needs than Divine Mercy - that love which is benevolent, which is compassionate, which raises man above his weakness to the infinite heights to the holiness of God.
Pope John Paul II
#5. In 'Laurence Anyways,' Nathalie Baye is Laurence's mother, and she is quite an awful mother. Still, she is the only one in the end who truly accepts her daughter.
Xavier Dolan
#6. In judging a practical book, everything turns on the ends or goals.
Mortimer J. Adler
#7. So it is necessary that we should learn to be alone.
Anna Neagle
#8. Writers may be solitary but they also tend to flock together: they like being solitary together.
Neil Gaiman
#9. When I left the theatre and turned to writing, one of the big pulls was that, unlike the theatre, I didn't have to wait to be hired before I could do my art. That was huge. But you still have to figure out how to support your habit; it's rare and lucky when art pays the bills.
Debra Dean
#10. How easily we get trapped in that which is not essential - in looking good, winning at competition, gathering power and wealth - when simply being alive is the gift beyond measure.
Parker J. Palmer
#11. Go away. Your feet are misshapen and your eyebrows grow together in a threatening way.
Christopher Moore
#12. You'd be amazed at how little
you actually need the people you think you need.
K.J. McPike
#13. He turned up the car radio and punched buttons until he found something loud and thumpingly exultant, some piece of jolly stupidity from AC/DC.
Tad Williams
#14. God, I miss you," she said. "Missed? Or miss?" "Miss." "But I'm right here," I said into her hair. "I miss you anyway.
Paula Garner
#15. He delighted in writing, in the joinery and embellishment of his sentences, in the consciousness of high rare virtue when every word had been used in its purest and most precise sense, in the kitten games of syntax and rhetoric. Words could do anything except generate their own meaning.
Evelyn Waugh
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