Betich Quotes & Sayings

Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave. — James Russell Lowell

We just decided to pick the date 'The Matrix' opened in most of the world. At the end of the day, it worked out really great because the world seems to have got to a place where I think the movie is even more relevant now than it was several months ago. — Joel Silver

Trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images. — Laurell K. Hamilton

When all is said, its atmosphere [England's] still contains fewer germs of aggression and brutality per cubic foot in a crowded bus, pub or queue than in any other country in which I have lived — Arthur Koestler

In our relentless pursuit of the almighty A and the perfect GPA, something got lost - learning. Grades became the be-all and end-all, the goal itself, not an indicator of achieving the goal of learning. Grades have become the commodity, the badge of success and smarts, the ticket to college. — Cathy Vatterott

A tank and its crew has but one reason to exist. To maneuver the tank's cannon to a position where it could do the most damage and feed it once it was there. — Harold Coyle

Screw the daring tough guy image, what happened with us broke me. — Steph Campbell

Too many books. Too few centuries. — Jay Kristoff

A desert blessing, an ocean curse. — John Green

Without the Word, there is nothing left for us but darkness. — John Calvin

One has no protecting power save prudence.
[Lat., Nullum numen habes si sit prudentia.] — Juvenal

Lynnette and me were wondering that, if it's alright with ya, since it's Thursday night, ya know, 'thirsty Thursday,' and we're kinda invited to this party, well we thought that maybe ya could close the library without us tonight, eh?" Autumn asks, standing in front of the circulation desk where I sit with a worn copy of poetry. She can't help playing with her long brown hair, nervously pulling strands from the back while straightening it out. At the same time, she is casting glances at Lynette who is watching us from the racks of current journals. I don't glance up at Autumn because I don't need — Amy A. Bartol