Adjutant Crossword Quotes & Sayings

That MAC gun can put a round clean through a Covenant Capital Ship. — Avery Johnson

I never thought about leaving a tennis legacy. I always thought about leaving a legacy of fulfillment, living out your dreams, and giving back. — Serena Williams

You'll make better art after a day at the office than you will after a lifetime in an ivory tower. — Sara Benincasa

Since you think it my duty, Mr. Farebrother, I will tell you that I have too strong a feeling for Fred to give him up for any one else. I should never be quite happy if I thought he was unhappy for the loss of me. It has taken such deep root in me - my gratitude to him for always loving me best, and minding so much if I hurt myself, from the time when we were very little. I cannot imagine any new feeling coming to make that weaker. — George Eliot

Harsh words pierce like a spear and they destroy the inner being. — Euginia Herlihy

There are few pleasures which loosen the tongue as much as that of sharing wine, glass in hand. — Emile Peynaud

The girl may have been tiny, but everything about her said, I'm not scared of you, so piss off. — Christine Manzari

I don't suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

My dear, do not be hard upon me," said poor St. John; "I acknowledge, indeed, that it was my fault." "It was not your fault - but I don't blame anybody. There was illness and weakness, and some people can and some people can't," said Cicely, with that mercy and toleration which are always, I fear, more or less, the offspring of contempt. "Let — Mrs. Oliphant

Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch baby, a Dirk and a Duck, a Slinkster Dog, and a movie to dance in. You can feel sad and worse when your dad moves to another city, when an old lady dies, or when your boyfriend goes away. But grief is different. Weetzie's heart cringed in her like a dying animal. It was as if someone had stuck a needle full of poison into her heart. She moved like a sleepwalker. She was the girl in the fairy tale sleeping in a prison of thorns and roses. — Francesca Lia Block