Shearl Quotes

#1. Sometimes," Shearl said, "people need to be reminded that God is real.

Crystal McVea

#2. Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Guy De Maupassant

#3. Men watch. Women watch themselves being watched.

John Berger

#4. An illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one's experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears like a vision.

Sholem Asch

#5. Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.

Dogen

#6. The key piece of leverage was this promise: follow these instructions and you don't have to think. Do your job and you don't have to be responsible for decisions. Most of all, you don't have to bring your genius to work.

Seth Godin

#7. Nothing is generous. New knowledge is a valuable commodity. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we are.

Kurt Vonnegut

#8. The majority cares little for ideals and integrity. What it craves is display.

Emma Goldman

#9. Some folks believe. Some folds need to see to believe. Some folds need their loved ones hurled off the top of a castle by a spirit-bitch-from-hell to believe.

Kristen Ashley

#10. Beauty is the product of the dominant ideology. (Thus when ideology changes, the ideal body follows.) We can see that in the history of art.

Orlan

#11. And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

Aidan Chambers

#12. We started getting the script to different people and we were in the business of trying to fund it so we could get it off and running, and all the characters and sets designed and everything.

Don Bluth

#13. I guess rebelliousness has been explored in many movies, but what about the smart kids' rebellion? Not just the motorcycle jackets and that kind of rebellion; it's the dorky kid - what could he do?

Portia Doubleday

#14. Eleanor wrapped her arms around aniel's neck as he lowered her feet to the cold floor. She leaned into him and inhaled his scent - warm and clean with the slightest hing of fireplace smoke - and committed it to memory.
"Don't worry," she said, finally letting him go. "I miss you already.

Tiffany Reisz