Eilene Caroli > Eilene's Quotes

“My tongue learned me. Pity yours didn’t learn to be quiet.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Joey, you’re a terrific human, my favorite, as a matter of fact. You mustn’t forget that. Ever. Will you give me your word?”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“By all appearances, Hillary made a deal with herself over Bill’s philandering. She’s a private person who hates campaigning, so her marriage to a charismatic “people person” in Bill created a dynamic partnership.”
― Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Nine Political Wives

“Every night I dream a lot. Every day I live a little.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“People aren’t seeking more content; they want connection.”
― Warren Kornblum, Notes from the Brand Stand: Thoughts on Emotional Branding from Someone Who Has Fought for Consumer Attention and Won

“Use your new distance vision; we are very high up, it is difficult for anyone to see us,” said Sirmiq to Alick.”
― J.L. Marrain, THE GRIDD: PERILS OF THE LIGHTHOLDER

“No matter what happens, it’s all for the best!”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“ I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding its time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.”
― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

“Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting

“A man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of life getting his living.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”
― Oscar Wilde

“People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of go into a trance, because it’s truly dazzling—that bright red line, like a highway route on a map that you want to follow to see where it leads. And—God—the sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. You just know that balloon is thinking, Ha, I don’t belong to you after all; and at the same time, Do they have any idea how beautiful the view is from up here? And then the balloon remembers, after the fact, that it has a wicked fear of heights.
When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.”
― Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

“Drag your thoughts away
from your troubles...
by the ears, by the heels,
or any other way you can manage it.”
― Mark Twain