Shot Dunyun: No bullshit, but I never leave the house without a mix for anything: Falling in love. Witnessing a death. Disappointment. Impatience. Traffic. I carry a mix for any human condition. Anyth...
She'd never trusted her own natural impulses and instincts Among her greatest fears was the possibility that she might never discover and develop her deepest talents and intuitions. Her special gifts....
She says that the problem with passive people is that they force you to take action. After that, they hate you for it. They never forgive you.
She could see it so clear. She could picture every room, inside every house. And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the l...
Sevilebilmek için hayatını riske atmak gerektiğini düşündü. ...Annecik ciddi bir ses tonuyla Sanat asla mutluluktan doğmaz dedi. ......ve çocuk bir resmin, bir heykelin veya hikayenin, sevilen birinin...
Sen de en az bir araba kadar ürünsün. Bir ürünün, ürününün, ürünü. Arabaları dizayn eden adamlar da birer ürün. Senin ailen bir ürün. Onların ailesi de birer üründü. Öğretmenlerin, ürün. Kilisedeki pa...
Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.
Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.
Rant Casey no era malvado. Más bien parecía que estuviera intentando encontrar algo real en el mundo. Hoy día los niños no crecen conectados a nada, se pasan el tiempo enchufados y viviendo vidas que...
Peter used to say, The only thing an artist can do is describe his own face. You're doomed to being you. This, he says, leaves su free to draw anything, since we're only drawing ourselves. Your handwr...
People can't concieve of a virtue in someone else that they can't coneive in themselves. Instead of believing you're stronger, it's so much easier to imagine you're weake. You're addicted to self-abus...
Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
Our all-powerful God got so scared He scattered the human race across the face of the earth, and shattered their language to keep His children apart.
Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.
Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.
Nothing offers better public relations fodder than something you can rescue and love intensively for a month and then be filmed burying at a lavish funeral.
Nothing happened, and nothing kept happening.
Not that I’m crazy or anything, I just want some proof that death isn’t the end. Even if crazed zombies grabbed me in some dark hall one night, even if they tore me apart, at least that wouldn’t be th...
Not everything is about money. You didn't even say, hello. You are not your sad little wallet.
Nobody cared if he lived or died, and the feeling was fucking mutual.