Quotes About People

The waiter arrived and took their orders. When he was gone, Macy added, "Besides, my life coach says it's inefficient to spend time with people you're hoping will change, that it's a surefire way to derail your future.

There are people out there. Nothing fucks things up faster than people.

It gets used too much, as an excuse, a fall guy, a weapon, a con. A lot of people, maybe most, don't mean it except when it suits them.

By action, by omission of action, people sacrifice other people all the damn time.

She shakes him; that is what she presumable does to other readers too. That is, presumably why, in the larger picture, she exists. What a strange reward for a lifetime of shaking people: to be conveyed to this town in Pennsylvania and given money!

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too. -Tohrment

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me." I wish , V thought. Butch and Vishous

Unfortunately, you choose things because they're safer---that is understandable, though. Inanimate objects don't do unexpected things or break your heart or betray you. Objects are safe. People are complicated.

My scent's all over you. It's inside of you. That's how my people will know who your mate is. It's also a warning." "A warning?" she breathed, languor suffusing her body. "To other males. It tells them who will come after them with a dagger if they touch you." Okay, that shouldn't be erotic as hell. But it was.

Life is short, no matter how many days you are granted. People are precious, each and everyone, no matter how many your are lucky enough to have in you life. Love... Love is worth dying for

Ser llorada por buena gente era el mejor legado que alguien puede dejar atrás.

there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

It's got nothing to do with me. Qhuinn is usually in a bad mood." "People going in the wrong direction will get like that.

Y el dolor... el dolor hace cambiar a las personas.

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

You've got to quit this. Stop trying to save people and get a life. "Right back at you. Stop haunting me and get an eternity.

the place appeared to be exactly like what you'd expect the king of the vampires to live in: spooky, creepy, threatening. It was all that Halloween shit, except this was for real. The people in there did bite, and not just when they were asked to. "Cool," Trez said, feeling instantly at home.

So you're the reason Qhuinn was in such a bad mood tonight. It's got nothing to do with me. Qhuinn is usually in a bad mood. People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just dont fit in square holes.

Security is not a license for people in authority to hide the tactics they would never openly admit to using.

it is well that war is so terrible, because otherwise people would grow too fond of it

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are happy, O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of happy nuts. (p. 200)