Agent Zigzag Quotes & Sayings

So just as you shower love and affection and attention on the husbands, wives, parents, children and forever friends who surround you, you have to do equally with your life, because its yours, its you, and its always there rooting for you, cheering you on, even when you feel like you can't do it. — Cecelia Ahern

Fantasy is uni-age. You can start it in the creche, and it follows you to death. — Terry Pratchett

By embracing your mother wound as your yoga, you transform what has been a hindrance in your life into a teacher of the heart. — Phillip Moffitt

However long we have to live, there are never enough springs. — P.D. James

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain! — Arthur Guiterman

The drawings make you smile," he replied with a grin. "Working on the speech doesn't do anything."
That...that was so sweet, I wanted to hug him tight, kiss him, too. "Working on your speech will make me smile, too."
His brows lifted and then he flipped his notebook closed. "I know what else will make you smile."
"What? You actually doing some homework?"
"Nope." He glanced at the door again and then rose. "I think me sitting closer to you will make you smile."
The boy knew me well.
He took a step closer. "I think holding your hand will make you smile."
I straightened as I watched him.
"And I think..." He sat on the edge of the bed and twisted his body toward mine. "I think kissing you will make you smile, too. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

It ain't what a man don't know that makes him a fool, but what he does know that ain't so. — Josh Billings

The only place Avant Garde looks good is in the words Avant Garde. — Ed Benguiat

The outfield's billiard green: no bare patches, no flowers. The things that are painted white-the sightscreen, the pickets around the boundary-are so white it hurts. The hoses and the boundary line are white. The entire playing surface is perfectly flat and level. And in the middle of the ground, across that wide carpet of perfect grass, the holy of holies.
A turf wicket. — Jock Serong