Quotes & Sayings About A Teenage Girl's Bedroom Wall

You can't go around saying you're the best, all the time, 'cause it puts a target on your back. — Kieran Bew

What's the matter?" asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered fact.

"Why - why," said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third-grade spelling, what grade am I?"

The teacher laughed at the turn of her phrase. "you aren't any grade at all, no matter where you are in school. You're just yourself, aren't you? What difference does it make what grade you're in! And what's the use of your reading little baby things too easy for you just because you don't know your multiplication table? — Dorothy Canfield

The last thing in the world that I would want to know, in my own life, is when I'm going to pass away. — Vince Gilligan

It is absurd to think that the general public can ever make money out of market forecasts. — Benjamin Graham

I'm living my dream right now. I get to make music, perform and travel. — Ville Valo

I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded. — Sarah Waters

I love Inuit art, and most anything you would find in a folk art museum, as well as children's art or children's book illustrators or illustrators in general - all the kinds of work that my paintings would draw comparisons to. — Neil Farber

How often have wonder and curiosity led men toward certain death? How many men have been condemned for turning right instead of left? — Wendy S. Russo

Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself. — Benjamin Franklin

I was totally absorbed. I was in another world, or another dimension; all sense of time evaporated. — Prince Charles

My demon's a girl? Gideon said, astonished. — Gena Showalter

I like lines, I earn mine. — Sue Grafton

I'd studied 16th century science and magic. I thought it was strange that people were interested in the same kinds of things my research was about. The more I thought about it, the more intriguing it became and pretty soon I was writing a novel about a reluctant witch and a 1500-year-old vampire. — Deborah Harkness

(Every word they said now would be true.) Do say something, she thought, wishing only to hear his voice. For the shadow, the thing folding them in was beginning, she felt, to close round her again. Say anything, she begged, looking at him, as if for help. — Virginia Woolf