499 Area Quotes & Sayings

Dream and let sleep. — Vikrmn

Remember me as I tried to be, not as I was." ~Urza, The Brother's War — Jeff Grubb

I dropped the blood-coated chair leg and collapsed to my knees. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I was splattered with blood. I'd never beaten someone to death before. It had felt good. — Laurell K. Hamilton

He could take on anything and everything, it seemed, rather than leave himself time to reflect on his dissatisfaction with his life and what he might do about it. — Claire Tomalin

By spiritually I merely mean that I feel I have good in my soul and am inclined to follow the correct course of action given a prescribed set of circumstances. — Jasper Fforde

It's always a delusion when I see what you don't want to see (Nicole to Dick). — F Scott Fitzgerald

The dove is my emblem. — Thomas A. Edison

The still, sad music of humanity. — John Greenleaf Whittier

It seems to me that fire leaves nothing behind at all - the ash really isn't part of the flame, it's part of the fuel. Fire changes it from one thing to another, drawing off its energy and turning it into . . . well, into more fire. Fire doesn't create anything new, it simply is. If other things must be destroyed in order for fire to exist, that's all right with fire. As far as fire is concerned, that's what those things are there for in the first place. When they're gone, the fire goes, too, and though you may find evidence of its passing you'll find nothing of the fire itself - no light, no heat, no tiny red fragments of cast-off flame. It disappears back to wherever it came from, and if it feels or remembers, we have no way of knowing if it feels or remembers us. — Dan Wells

Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscans on the edge of useless law; we pray to the giver of prayer, we give the cane whistle in ceremony, we swing the heavy silver chain of incense burners. Migration makes new citizens of Rome. — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn

The guard station, and the dozen heavily armed guards who manned it, were accompanied by an anti-aircraft gun and a large tank. "What the hell do you need a tank for?" I asked the first guard who wanted to know my name. — Steve McHugh

Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light. — John Of The Cross

Judgment and weariness are foes to service and generosity. — Mary Anne Radmacher