Alexandra Feodorovna Romanova Quotes & Sayings

I wish I had a dime for every dime I have. — Dudley Moore

The eyes of critics, whether in commending or carping, are both on one side, like a turbot's. — Walter Savage Landor

Putting on socks is hard work," said Bink. "I'm hungry. — Kate DiCamillo

Setne laughed. "Nice try, dol. You guys sit tight. If you make it through the big shake-up, I'll come
back and get you. Maybe you can be my jesters or something. You two crack me up! But in the
meantime, I'm afraid we're done here. No miracle's gonna drop from the sky and save you."
A rectangle of darkness appeared in the air just above the ghost's head. Sadie dropped out of it.
I'll say this for my sister: she has great timing, and she's quick on the draw. She crashed into the ghost
and sent him sprawling. — Rick Riordan

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. — Benjamin Franklin

A government which should have no other means of exacting obedience than open war must be very near its ruin, for one of two alternatives would then probably occur: — Alexis De Tocqueville

I'm stuck in Bum Fuck, Missouri. She probably figured I was the safe bet. — Nicole Jacquelyn

As I approach a second childhood, I endeavor to enter into the pleasures of it. — Mary Wortley Montagu

Modeling is an industry that judges you purely by looks. Today you are on the top of your game and tomorrow a new face arrives and all eyes are on her. It happens every season. — Valentina Zelyaeva

One too like thee: tameles, and Swift, and proud. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

The greatest escape I ever made was when I left Appleton, Wisconsin. — Harry Houdini

Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was only Easter morning, and the muted sky of early spring offered scant relief to our tenebrous room. On our side of the house a gnarled and ancient oak tree spread its reach across the back facade of the house as if to shade and protect us. One of the massive branches of its principal fork reached invitingly right up to our window to offer to take us wherever we wanted to go. This great limb, with circumference grander than both of us together, was our stairway to heaven and our secret exit to the ground; it was our biplane in the Great War of our imaginations and a magic carpet to Araby; it was our lookout post and the clubhouse of our most secret fraternal order; it was our secret passageway through the imaginary castle we made of our house. It was our escape from the darkness into the light. — Mason West