1962 Impala Quotes & Sayings

We were two people who were attracted to each other and didn't want to be.
Of course there was going to be hostility.
And here I thought he was just a dick. — Samantha Young

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple. A child afraid of the dark who one day blows out the candle; a women terrified of the pain of childbirth who says, 'It is time to become a mother'. Heroism does not always live on the battlefield. — David Gemmell

I wish I could write a book that will be read for as long as our civilization lasts ... I would value it much more highly than any business success if I could contribute to an understanding of the world in which we live or, better yet, if I could help to preserve the economic and political system that has allowed me to flourish as a participant. — George Soros

When you're going off to Iraq, your horizons become more short term. — Mark Lippert

I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money. — Ava Gardner

I am the guardian of the sleeping fawn; the snow is dear to me; and the moon rising; and the silver sea. — Virginia Woolf

There. But then I change my mind. I think of us poor, old human beings doing the best we can, struggling with being either too much of who we are or too little. — Deb Caletti

Accepting that the world is full of uncertainty and ambiguity does not and should not stop people from being pretty sure about a lot of things. — Julian Baggini

I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society. — Mike Tyson

Did other people have this much trouble fitting in, or was it just her? — Michelle Madow

The straining of dreams against the fabric of reality. Growing up meant burying possibilities, one after another. — Anthony Doerr

There is a limbo of the lost through which American males of a certain age and status almost inevitably must pass these days. — Richard Schickel

My hopes were all dead
struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt. I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive. I looked at my love: that feeling which had been my master's
which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr Rochester's arms
it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted
confidence destroyed! — Charlotte Bronte