Armelle Blog Quotes & Sayings

He felt like a man whose fever
had broken, flush with the euphoria of the first, tenuous return of strength - still
weak, but buoyant with the hope of an eventual return to wholeness. The sickness in
his soul, however, laid a jealous claim on him. — Gaelen Foley

Nature has made us passive, and to suffer is our lot. While we are in the flesh every man has his chain and his clog; only it is looser and lighter to one man than to another, and he is more at ease who takes it up and carries it than he who drags it. — Seneca The Younger

The magical way the wintertime warms you up is through its frozen beauties! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The realization was becoming clearer: How could she expect others to trust her with the intricacies of their lives if she was not not willing to reveal hers? — Sarah E. Ladd

Of course, here's the weird part. After I fought my dad, all of a sudden we're buddies now. Like he's my friend now, we start hanging out. But we're still the same people. So we'd go out on Sunday, you know, and just be hanging out, then he'd, like, pick a guy, and we'd just go beat the crap out of that guy as a team. Memories, huh? — Christopher Titus

It's hard to kill yourself by taking Tylenol. You die from liver failure, which takes a long time... — Charles D'Ambrosio

He carried a highly ecclesiastical umbrella, like something real and austere, that said its prayers at night in the hatstand. I — Sebastian Barry

The strongest monsoon in the last twenty years is raging on Beijing. The plane has not received permission to leave. The planes which have already left Taiyuan are coming back and all flights are on hold waiting for their permission to takeoff. We all have to get out.

The monsoon! Not my tube. — Roberto G. Ferrari

Is the meeting over?" Grace asked. "Should I clean up?" Charlie knew exactly what was going to happen. "He's going to say he doesn't want a donut, but he totally does. Save him three. He'll eat them before lunch and then pretend he didn't. Oh, and he likes his coffee really black, like almost espresso like." Grace stopped. "Seriously? I've been making it medium." "He likes really dark roast." Another swat hit her ass. "I hate everything. — Lexi Blake

I believe writing fiction is the mystical experience that allows me to break free of my human bonds, those so-called chains of thought, and create magic. — Tim Pompey

She didn't quite know how to translate faces; so she wondered about Jerry, but that's all she could do. — Abby Slovin