240p Dimensions Quotes & Sayings

Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at last." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and still had a long way to go. — John Irving

Anybody can decide if they have got the money to fight a case if they don't like a particular thing, and they complain to the watch committee, local council or whatever. — Timothy West

On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow. — Alexander Pope

Before my mother's tremulous anxiety I recover my composure. Now I can walk about and talk and answer questions without fear of having suddenly to lean against the wall because the world turns soft as rubber and my veins become brimstone. — Erich Maria Remarque

Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamonds as big as the tip of your thumb, of lost cities and of vast mountains, of steam-trains and clipper ships, of pampas, oceans, deserts, tundra. — Neil Gaiman

We can change the course of events if we go to our knees in believing prayer. — Billy Graham

Of course I base all my election promises and policies on opinion polls — Kevin Rudd

Shoot for the moon - if you miss you'll end up in the stars. — Artie Shaw

Why do you think there's only a single stairway to heaven, but an entire highway to hell? Because it's a lot easier to slide down then climb up, and it takes a whole lot less energy to boot. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs. Brill to cook for them, — P.L. Travers

Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I'm pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn't Finally, he releases my wrist and says, I'll see you on the cliffs tomorrow. — Maggie Stiefvater

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud. — Margaret Atwood