Famous Quotes by Michelle Franklin

“All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.”

The greatest ugliness in the world is seeing so beautiful a creature spoil themselves on stupidity.

Abuse really is its own alphabet. Those who have not gone through it cannot understand it fully. The echoes of violence hang in the subconscious long after the threat is gone.

I don’t talk ill about people I don’t know. I only disparage them in silence and hope they die.

A library always housed a trove of undiscovered friendships and forays, and a bookstore, a place where those temporary connections might become a constancy, must always hold a charm over any scholar’s heart.

But the world hinges on good fathers and those who would be the merchants of confidence.

If only the morbidly religious cared more about real atrocities, like war, poverty, and sports.

I am sure I have summer depression; the heat makes me instantly regret being alive.

There is a very great difference between older and old, the former being desirable and the latter being inevitable.

All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.

No one needs Independence. We all just need tea and air conditioners.

Taking a thing that is wanted without paying for it is now called stealing. In the barter system of prehistoric times, this was called survival, because honesty had not been invented yet.

I am never one to judge others; I am so eccentric myself that I have no right to cast aspersions.

Tea was the great arbiter of many things, and for Pastaddams, his morning cup meant the difference between expressing rational thought and succumbing to the ineptitude that occupied recesses of his dormant mind.

I don't talk ill about people I don't know. I only disparage them in silence and hope they die.

Life makes beggars out of those who have joyful hearts, taxing the living with hardship and tribulation, but the charity of companionship, the currency of shared and unmitigated love, alleviates all disconsolation.

The old who refuse to die merely on principle live on forever, to hate life and complain of all the things they could have been spared had they the good sense to die young.

We should have wars. Then there would be no need for sports.

Fantasy for the most part is really just reality reflected through a storybook lens.

I believe someone made a grievous mistake when summer was created; no novitiate or god in their right mind would make a season akin to hell on purpose. Someone should be fired.

A six mile meteorite cannot compare with a culinary cataclysm of this magnitude.

Swearing is a currency the countryside spends well.

If only the morbidly religious cared more about real atrocities, like war, poverty, and sports.