#lies

From my earliest days I have enjoyed an attractive impediment in my speech. I have never permitted the use of the word stammer. I can't say it myself. ↗

— Patrick Campbell

#days #earliest #enjoyed #i #impediment

The making of an Atheist implies a mental stimulation and training which brings into play the primary factors of social progress. ↗

— Joseph McCabe

#brings #factors #implies #into #making

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies. ↗

— Oliver Goldsmith

#humor #lies #questions #sarcasm #wit

You tell me you love me, but I’m not sure you know what love is, or how fast it flies, or how much it resembles a UFO, or what kind of weapon you’d use to shoot it down. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aliens #extra-terrestrial #flies #fly #flying

Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#truth #life

For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#fell #liesel-meminger #max-vandenburg #age

When left unsatisfied, lust becomes violence. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#coming-of-age #perverted #age

The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth. ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#coming-of-age #mariposas #age

Anger at lies lasts forever. Anger at truth can't last. ↗

— Greg Evans

#eternity #lies #anger

I can never relax. Not even when I have the time to. I am always jumping, always searching. I can't remember the last time something touched my heart. It is like some wall enters a room before me. I cry out of the misery that happens to someone who is unfeeling and uncaring. Out of anger and at the loss of being able to feel untouched happiness or astounding pain. So many times I have looked into the mirror and screamed,"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! ↗

— Geeta Masurekar- from 'Here is how it happened'

#feeling #happiness #loss #time #time-flies