Quotes for All
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings. Evel Knievel
With the Gulf spill, I absolutely merged in the time when I had that infection. I couldn’t get out of the Gulf spill. There were so many similarities: the drains and the siphoning and the tubes. And also in the way the earth was hurt, the ocean was bleeding. Remember the video cams of the … Read more
Before there is peace, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red. Erin Hunter
She lifted her head. It’s easier, she said, slowly, to be angry on someone else’s behalf than on my own. And yet I find I have a well of anger in me, that I have been filling for years from my own hurts. If I spill it out in defense of another, I can deny … Read more
This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated. Emily Giffin
Not Exactly True That skin hate is dead. There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear. But when you live afraid of your neighbor, the monster you should most walk in terror of thrives. It starts as a little thing, small enough to burrow into your pores, take up excruciating residence in … Read more
Why is it that when you wipe up dust its called dusting but when you wipe up a spill its not called spilling? Just something to think about. Ellen DeGeneres
You know, it’s hard work to write a book. I can’t tell you how many times I really get going on an idea, then my quill breaks. Or I spill ink all over my writing tunic. Ellen DeGeneres
I get a lot of butterflies at auditions because I get so scared. It’s scary because you’ve never met the people before. You have to meet them, and you have to hurry up and get to know them in five seconds. And then, you have to spill your emotions out to these strangers. It’s funny. … Read more
A great acacia, with its slender trunk And overpoise of multitudinous leaves. (In which a hundred fields might spill their dew And intense verdure, yet find room enough) Stood reconciling all the place with green. Elizabeth Barrett Browning