A Wicked Quotes
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.
Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
Personally, I'm a lazy kind of guy, and leaving the door open on the mystical saves me work. I don't have to stress my brain trying to explain the unexplainable. It's magic. End of discussion.
People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
Animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.
The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
I'm more of a dog person. But I admire cats and their ability to take so much while giving so little.
He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.
A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.
The world was floods above and fire below
It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.
She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.
I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.
The demon blood inside me burned my soul to ashes long ago.I am a monster who once dreamed he was a man. Never mistakeme again.
And she never knew that he laid awake the whole time, his lips at her temple, his hand against her hair.Whispering her name.Whispering other words as well.
God save me ere I have any babies. They are grabby, clingy creatures who steal your figure and always want a ribbon or a wooden sword. And who sometimes make you die bearing them.
This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked.It was love, and it was divine.
Oh no. Oh God. I couldn't possibly be so stupid.""Don't limit yourself. You can be anything you wish.
Christ asked people who follow him to be the voice for the voiceless - not to wire their mouths shut.
It's why I went into teaching in the first place. I like the sound of my own voice. Well that, and I am addicted to the smell of chalk and white-board markers.
Lord Ironman, please play tonsil hockey with me, just this one time. There, does that make you happy?
We imagine that a little anxiety and worry is an indication of how wise we really are
She gives me the finger and turns back around. "Did you see that?" I flinch at the gesture. "That is completely illegal in here.
The poor lads called and called, but they were grown and had forgotten the best places to hide.
It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes.
Do you know the story?No, Finn, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.
Why did you tell me all this?""So if I die, you'd know not to come looking for me when you get to heaven.
Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?
What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?”She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.“Something I never want to see again.
Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.
There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.
Every choice we make affects the other. It always has… We share our choices and our burdens. But that way neither of us has to carry the weight alone—You have never been alone.
For opportunity is nothing if you don't grab it by both hands.