Amuka Miss Quotes & Sayings

I send my thoughts afar, and let them paint your Christmas Day at home. — Edward Rowland Sill

You have always understood and accepted my most genuine, most intimate impulses and responded to them with surprising accuracy. I wish all people turned into such mirrors for each other. — Igor Eliseev

There's no greater honor, as an actor, to be a part of a project that changes lives, and awakens and enlightens and entertains. — Wendell Pierce

Welcome to Shelter Bay,' he said to Stig. 'Is that what it's called?' Hal gave him a tired grin. 'It is now'. — John Flanagan

My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine - everybody drinks water. — Marilyn French

Christianity teaches that when man sinned, God opted for forgiveness rather than fairness. He opted for grace and mercy rather than justice. — Andy Stanley

A writer should bury his thoughts deep and convey them through the characters in his novel. — Mo Yan

The great event of the evening was Jenny Lind's appearance and her complete triumph. She has a most exquisite, powerful and really quite peculiar voice, so round, soft and flexible and her acting is charming and touching and very natural. — Queen Victoria

Abby's eyes fell on a wooden sign hanging near the foot of his bed:I'm only passing through ... this world is not my home. — Karen Kingsbury

While I'd been plagued by nightmares of Jonathan's unrest in the hereafter, it was only now that I'd seen Adair again - and seen him so changed - that I could admit, even to myself, that it was him I daydreamed of, who I longed for, who I ached for, physically. That was how I'd betrayed Luke - in my desire for Adair. It wasn't so uncommon, was it? Living with one man while your mind is on another? Being unable to stop thinking of this other man who, for one reason or another, was not the one sitting beside you. Thinking of the way his eyes lit up when he saw you, of his wicked smile and what it was like when he held you, how you responded to the touch of his hands. In solitary moments, you remembered the little intimacies, the feel of his skin against yours, the way he liked to be touched, the velvet nap of his member, the way he tasted. You thought of him even though you could never be with him. His absence nagged like an itch you could never scratch. — Alma Katsu

Just as soon as apart time ends, I say, and his face falls as if I said I was going to kill his wife, Natalie, and their three blond-haired daughters - Kristen, Jenny, and Becky - because that's just how much he does not believe in silver linings, making it his business to preach apathy and negativity and pessimism unceasingly. — Matthew Quick

My introduction, implicitly echoing Oscar Wilde's remark that all bad poetry is sincere, grants the benign social decency of [Stephen] King's fictions. — Harold Bloom

Joan Mitchell, Joan Baez, Judy Collins - that was my mom's era. — Cheyenne Jackson