Arms And The Man Sergius Quotes & Sayings

Experience: the vehicle of history. Teenagers: the driving force behind fatal accidents. — Bauvard

Sometimes one needs a little bit of faith when faced with a difficult situation. Rational answers don't always work. We also need a miracle. — Amish Tripathi

Admirable." Translation: Slut. "I'm confident you could have ripped the vampire's heart out with no help from Sir Conall. You would never need a hero to rescue you." Translation: Amazon. — Nina Bangs

I'm not saving you, I remind her. But something makes me wonder if she even wants me to. — Alexandra Bracken

[Fire] is lightfooted and shamanic, dancing between the visible and invisible, undoing matter one collapsed molecule at a time, wreaking utter destruction with a touch softer than breath. Its poor cousins, wind and water, are one-dimensional rubes by comparison. Wind is all push, push, push. Water is suffocating, but passively so. And even when water gets it together to be a torrent or a tsunami, it is but wet wind. Fire is at once elemental and otherworldly. Fire dances on the grave of all it destroys. Fire is serious voodoo. — Michael Perry

People react predictably, especially when they don't have time to think. — Keith Ablow

The look she gave him in reply would have petrified Medusa. — Karsten Knight

I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door. — Nick Hornby

If she looked further than the wedding, it was to see marriage as the beginning of individual existence, this skirmish from which one one's spurs, from which one set out on the true quests of life. — Evelyn Waugh

I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer! — Anne Sexton

We had so many dreams as children. Where do they go when we grow? Are they swallowed up by the mundane things of everyday life? Or do we lose them, leave them behind us in the dust, for new children to find and take up? — Helen Hollick

Suicide. It's something I've been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.
That's the note. Word for word. And I know it's word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I'd write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away.
But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away.
But I pushed it away a lot. — Jay Asher

I took the one letter he had for us. It was from the Switchblade Gas & Electric Company. I didn't know I had admirers there too, but I wasn't that surprised. I threw it in the trash with the IRS's love letters and closed the door without reply. — The Harvard Lampoon