500e Briggs Quotes & Sayings

I think what makes people think that is because of things people write. It really doesn't have anything to do with the artist. — Erykah Badu

Whatever we saw in October 1941, cannot be compared to anything that we had seen prior, when our forces retreated from the Dniepr borders. Now, things like this no longer happen. Now, we can frown by ourselves. — Ivan Bagramyan

Literature ... is the union of suffering with the instinct for form. — Thomas Mann

You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you". — Catherynne M Valente

I'm not a big believer in doing too much research - I think you can get lost in it. You can get constrained by it, which I think is a mistake. But if you've done your homework, the audience feels it. — Jonathan Nolan

Life is magical and blissful when we live to love the beauty of life. — Debasish Mridha

I am a relationship phoenix: I crash and burn and then I rise and start again. — Ted Michael

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them. — John Shirley

In order to prevent chronic discomfort, Whites may learn not to notice. — Beverly Daniel Tatum

My scalp tingled like Christmas candy on a cold tongue. — Amber Dermont

Generally speaking, we would make a good bargain by renouncing all the good that people say of us, upon condition they would say no ill. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

A deeply felt novel ... The Story of Forgetting offers us both solace and illumination. Stefan Merrill Block possesses a singular mix of imagination, compassion, and scientific understanding; he is equally gifted at spinning fantastic tales as he is at bringing genetic histories to vivid life. — Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

Democracy ... begins from the ground up. Anything living grows from the bottom up. Everything dangerous, like bombs, gets dropped from the sky down. — Vandana Shiva

(Beth) "You can't leave me behind!"
"I can and I will, if I have to break your neck to keep you from following me."
"I'd like to see you try."
"No, you wouldn't." His voice was flat, unemotional, but even in the darkness she could see the faint flicker in his eyes. She looked behind her, at the crumpled body of the pot smoking soldier, his head at an odd angle, his eyes open and staring.
"Oh, God," she whispered, horrified. What had seemed a strange kind of nightmare was suddenly, terribly real. "Did you kill him?"
"No, the tooth fairy came along and took care of him. — Anne Stuart

You're doing it again," he said.
"Doing what?" I asked, wondering if I had done something wrong.
"Melting my heart with your smile," he said. — Mary Ting