1to50 Quotes & Sayings

It was their seventeenth kiss (her brain interface was keeping a tally, somewhat against her will), and she wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling. — Marissa Meyer

Why I can't stand this phrase about I don't have any permanent enemies, any permanent friends, only permanent interests. I can't stand that. It's a matter of principles. What kind of integrity, what kind of morality do you have? — Cornel West

Her own misery filled her heart - there was no room in it for other people's sorrow. — George Eliot

On the course, what is feared is like a magnet. Water, bunkers, trees, ravines, high grass - whatever you fear turns magnetic. — Wiffi Smith

My favorite part of the whole filmmaking process is working with a fantastic cinematographer, a fantastic actor or actors, and then just creating emotions and stories. I get so excited by that. That's the part I'm utterly addicted to. — Sam Taylor-Johnson

I try not to think," Leo admitted. "It interferes with being nuts. — Rick Riordan

Creativity and freedom are two sides of the same coin. I like the best of both worlds. — David Allen

Her favorite foods made her gag, like old friends she hadn't seen in years turning up looking all wrong. — Joyce Carol Oates

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning. — Stephenie Meyer

I would have easily forgiven his pride, had he not mortified mine — Jane Austen

Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me? — Jimi Hendrix

It is common to distinguish necessaries, comforts, and luxuries; the first class including all things required to meet wants which must be satisfied, while the latter consist of things that meet wants of a less urgent character. — Alfred Marshall

And here, in thought, to thee-
In thought that can alone,
Ascend thy empire and so be
A partner of thy throne,
By winged Fantasy,
My embassy is given,
Till secrecy shall knowledge be
In the environs of Heaven. — Edgar Allan Poe