Best 30 quotes of Ben Ditmars on MyQuotes

festive hearts wane and sink like tides of joy.

From then on, the King would turkey slap one woman for the rest of his years. It was a bigger sacrifice than all he had made to the gods.

glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell to feel the sun.

Golden brown syrup light pranced upon his melancholy face. The flickering was somewhat surreal.

He lost hair and yelled, but never hit Leanne. She was still his little girl. Memories of war could never change that.

He thinks of subtle, vast unbroken things I can only read about in books or see on screen.

Hi, you don't know me, but I happen to be married to the man who continues to rudely interrupt you every two minutes.

I feel our dark hearts shadow night stars.

I have flirted with disaster like a miracle reversed midstream.

I met her on a dating app she had to be the one or something like it.

I played until my lips gave out on cigarettes and thoughts of you.

I really don't want to discuss the merits of cabbage with you.

I screamed but he couldn't hear me over the blast of the gun or the explosions that followed. I wish I had never touched the damn thing. Guns cause more problems than they're worth.

It is hard to tell from photographs if the sun is rising or the earth is still.

It’s all accumulation and the aftermath,' she says as I would question her about the failing earth and giants unaware that they are sinking everyday

I was left feeling Yah's emotions. But, also - something else: the most curious of feelings; control.

Lively, lost, together, I am always yours.

May you feel love unclouded and unjaded by experience.

Men aren’t saints, Leanne, the best of them will use you.

My name is Jeff Witherspork. I always thought I was the only one.

Perhaps your desire will help her see what you see, but if she cheats on him with you, there’s a good chance she won’t leave him. And you’re left where she is with a jerk. Take it from a nice guy and a wallflower.

red light contradicts blue sky and so much depends on makeshift branches set in stone.

So he dreamt of the land of sunbeams; and that was a dream indeed!

there are songs about life, but fewer about death and that is some small consolation as there are many more on love than there are hate.

There was so much more I wanted to see. I wanted to grow up. I wanted to show my mom I was worth something.

Think positive. Think green.

We are simple creatures seeking love who triumph in the dark and wilt against the light.

We were once indigenous enough to drink the rain.

we whisper songs about scars trepidation before letting go.

You are young, so young that failure seems impossible.