Phillip Rienzo > Phillip's Quotes

“And you're late."
"I prefer chronologically challenged.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown

“Husband?" Averill's voice was growing shrill with worry as she asked, "Have you swooned?"
I'm a warrior, wife. Warriors do no' swoon," Kade growled, forcing away the faintness trying to lay claim to him.
Oh," she said, sounding doubtful. "It's just that your eyes were closed."
I was resting them," he snapped.
I see," she murmured, and for some reason that irritated the hell out of him.”
― Lynsay Sands, The Hellion and the Highlander

“whatever it is you're running from-it goes with you. it stays with you until you find out how to confront it.”
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed

“When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.”
― Georges Bataille, The Solar Anus

“Defenestration,” I said. “‘The act of throwing someone through a window.”
― Scott Heim, Mysterious Skin: A Novel

“The land, now, well I'll tell you how I feel about that. It's done a good job, as good as it was able to, anyway, and it's got a right to look tired. It'd be pretty upsetting if it looked any other way. Yes, and the hardness is all right, too. It's been through something pretty hard, and some of that hardness was bound to rub off. And sometimes a frown sets a lot better with you than a smile. Something that's taken a beating, you don't want to see it laugh. And just because it's stopped laughing doesn't mean it'll never laugh again.”
― Jim Thompson, Cropper's Cabin

“نعم ، هناك أشياء كثيرة أشعر بالخجل منها . أحياناً لا تبدو لي حياتي أكثر من
سلسلة من الندامات ، والانعطافات الخاطئة ، والأخطاء التي لا ُتغتفر . هذه هي
المشكلة عندما تبدأ بالنظر إلى الوراء . إنك ترى نفسك كما كنتَ ، وتشعر
بالرعب .”
― Paul Auster

“and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?”
― Jack Kerouac

“We got married: society's solution to loneliness, lust and laundry.”
― Luke Rhinehart, The Dice Man

“To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground