Aliesha Edwards Quotes & Sayings

Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are. — Barbara De Angelis

I don't know what happens after we die. It doesn't seem to me like there can be much past this. But I suppose I can conceive that what we make and do can last beyond us. Maybe in a different place, on another plane. — Ally Condie

The absence of war is not peace. — Harry S. Truman

I love boxing. There's something fierce about using your body's force that way. — Sophia Bush

I could almost feel hope latching onto my heart and pulling it upward. — Suzanne Supplee

Old age takes from the man of intellect no qualities save those that are useless to wisdom. — Joseph Joubert

People are fucking maintenance. I don't need more maintenance. I need peace and quiet and routine. Routine is good, ... — Lexi Blake

It is much more worthwhile to implement only one bright idea than collecting a thousand of them. — Eraldo Banovac

Within the stability of a family struggle, when there's less chaos, you can have the most soul-searching and the most digging to find out what and who you really are. — Greg Bryk

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? — Robert Frost

Our men and women in uniform put their lives on the line for our nation every day; they should not have to jeopardize their financial well-being as well. — Mark Pryor

What's worse than cancer? Leprosy. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Then - oh, boy! - Leo got to hitch a ride with Frank the Friendly Eagle so they could fight a bunch of Romans. Rumor must've gotten around that Leo was the one who had fired on their little city, because those Romans seemed especially anxious to kill him. But wait! There was more! Coach Hedge shot them out of the sky; Frank dropped him (that was no accident); and they crash-landed in Fort Sumter. — Rick Riordan

I have been given a third chance at life, even if the circumstances are somewhat disconcerting. You are mine, and we both know it. — Chloe Neill

A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light. — Wallace Stevens