Lyricize Quotes

#1. In her bones, this may still be her country. But she will not touch it with her hands the way I do, trying to lyricize the filth and the decay.

Gary Shteyngart

#2. Observe that anyone who dies for his country is a fortunate man, but death takes what it wants, indiscriminately, in peace-time as well as in war. It is better to die with freedom than without it.

Haile Selassie

#3. When you're a crime reporter, you see the nub of what life's about, and you don't have much patience for the falsity of politics.

Heather Brooke

#4. The truest characters of ignorance are vanity and pride and arrogance.

Samuel Butler

#5. They were arguing about something very complex and important, and neither of them could refute the other. They did not agree with each other in anything, and that made their argument especially interesting and endless.

Mikhail Bulgakov

#6. Woman's work as a listener is never done ... I thought I'd spent too much of my life listening for some damn man - for my father and now for my husband.

Adela Rogers St. Johns

#7. I don't think anyone ever gets completely used to conflict. If it's not a little uncomfortable, then it's not real. The key is to keep doing it anyway

Patrick Lencioni

#8. I mean you're cute, but not that cute. Would Rhea really risk life in a maximum security detention unit just so that she could press herself against your manly body?

Malorie Blackman

#9. I remain convinced that obstinate addiction to ordinary language in our private thoughts is one of the main obstacles to progress in philosophy.

Bertrand Russell

#10. The first sin in our universe was Lucifer's self conceit.

Thomas Carlyle

#11. My dad was a huge big band and jazz fan, and we both sort of enjoyed be-bop, but man, it required so much skill to play it. And then there was cool jazz, the era that Miles, Coltrane, and Ornette ushered in, and that found a home in me. It turns out that that music was just really where I breathed.

J. D. Souther

#12. Without warning, a powerful masculine arm, one that could only belong to Northcote, snaked around her waist and pulled her near. "Every pardon, my dear. I fear I have been neglecting you. I hope you will forgive me."
Leaning down, he brushed a kiss against her cheek; it burned like fire.

Tracy Anne Warren