Spencer Quotes
Spencer Quote of the day
Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.
The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient.
Oh! Did you hear that Haley Spencer asked him to homecoming?” she exclaimed. “Of course I didn’t. You’re my source of gossip, remember?
Evil can't be scientifically defined: it's an illusory moral concept that doesn't exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably been linked to religion and mythology.
If you took everything I’d ever found hot in a girl and piled them into a corner, you’d get Cricket Hunt standing in a corner.
Why me?” I secreted into her ear.“You were the only one I saw, ” she whispered back, making my heart burst.
Her body was designed for pleasure, not speed, and Coop intended to take his time with it.
No man is equal to his book. All the best products of his mental activity go into his book, where they come separated from the mass of inferior products with which they are mingled in his daily talk.
But in the earlier hours, or so I have read, they still have got their daylight minds. It takes the midnight mind to do the black deed to the black man.
I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.
A real and admirable writer is the one who can write good books but can take criticisms better.
They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.
The visions scared me. And I was scared to tell anyone about them. I didn’t want them to think I was a freak. Maybe I was. That scared me, too.
My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.
When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.
I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.
I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.
My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.
And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.
