"He’s a politician. It’s like being a hooker. You can’t be one unless you can pretend to like people while you’re f*cking them.”
“You don’t have to be good to succeed. You just gotta be the least sh*tty option. Example: We’re eating at The Olive Garden.”
“Everyone thinks their opinion matters. Don’t argue with a nobody. A farmer doesn’t bother telling a pig his breath smells like sh*t.” - Above quotes from Sh*t My Dad Says, by Justin Halpern
"Do me a favor, huh? Don't take a piss in my face, & tell me it's raining." - My Dad
"I think you're f*cking crazy they made me jump!"
"Oh yeah - & wear dark colored underwear." - My Dad, advice on Skydiving (referring to havin' been a paratrooper)
I have a toooo many. but heres some of my favoritess.
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often"-CB
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of *******s driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”-c.b
“Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression. ” -Elizabeth Wurtzel
“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”