The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. — Ekaterina Sedia Copy Share Image
So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls. — John Updike Copy Share Image
All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain’t got it life’s not as complete. — Hopsin Copy Share Image
“She wasn't even a person anymore, just flesh rotting, but I loved her present tense.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I would much rather devour a piece of well-seasoned squash than a slice of an animal's rotting carcass. — Jane Velez-Mitchell Copy Share Image
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The concept that you are not ingesting rotting flesh sort of sums it up for me. — Bryan Adams Copy Share Image
“Tombstones grew like ragged, rotting teeth from the mushy grass-covered ground.” — Fiona Druce Copy Share Image
My favorite Halloween candy is the candy corn. It comes in four colors: white, yellow, orange, brown. Those are also the stages… — Jay Leno Copy Share Image
Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why… — Anne Frank Copy Share Image
Was there any form of filth or crime without at least one Jew involved in it? If you cut into such a… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
“I've got to stop him before he takes it too far, before there's no coming back. Once you cross that line …… — C.M. Stunich Copy Share Image
No one, and the liberal cognoscenti least of all, wants to look at why, after decades of throwing money at a rotting… — Wesley Pruden Copy Share Image
I've retroactively made all that wasted time rotting my brain into research. It makes me a hypocrite when I try to tell… — Ernest Cline Copy Share Image
But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
I learned a long time ago not to judge people by what they look like, sound like, or by the clothes they… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
When someone steals another's clothes, we call them a thief. Should we not give the same name to one who could clothe… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back… — Ekaterina Sedia Copy Share Image
Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren't ignoring… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
The man is a monster. The worst I have ever seen, in fact, since I last looked in the mirror. The truth?… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one… — Nina Cassian Copy Share Image
“We were anxious to begin our life as people who had no people. And it was easy to find an apartment because… — Miranda July Copy Share Image
“the creature belched a cloud of stink, the smell like rotting meat.” — Paul S. Kemp Copy Share Image
I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“In here was a smell of rotting book-bindings, dirty vinyl cushions that had been half-cooked in the hot suns of summers past,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
