Bjord Log Quotes & Sayings

Well I should be sitting in an air-conditioned office in a swivel chair, talking trash to the secretary. Saying, hey now mama, come on over here. — Jim Croce

When I went to Brooklyn in 1948 Jackie Robinson was at the height of his brilliant career. — Ernie Harwell

You also," he said, lowering his voice, "haven't yet
thanked me for saving you from sitting in the flower bed."
She didn't even look up. "It was entirely your fault that I nearly did. If you hadn't sneaked up on me, I wouldn't have been in any danger of landing in the weeds." She glanced briefly at him, a touch of color in her cheeks. "A gentleman would have coughed or something."
Vane trapped her gaze, and smiled - a slow, Cynster smile. "Ah," he murmured, his voice very low. He shifted fractionally closer. "But, you see, I'm not a gentleman. I'm a Cynster." As if letting her into some secret, he gently informed her: "We're conquerors - not gentlemen. — Stephanie Laurens

For nearly three decades there has been, by and large, peace and tranquility on the India-China border. Not a single bullet has been fired for over a quarter-century. Both countries are showing great maturity and a commitment to economic cooperation. — Narendra Modi

Anytime a sage displays humanness - in regard to money, food, sex, relationships - we are shocked, shocked, because we are planning to escape life altogether, not live it, and the sage who lives life offends us. — Ken Wilber

Vaisey looked like a startled earwig. — Louise Rennison

Robert G. Elliott was not a murderous person by nature, but he proved, no doubt to his own surprise, to be rather good at killing people. — Bill Bryson

By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour. — Victor Hugo

Roger had a collapsible ladder in his truck. He unfolded it in Debbie and Clive's apartment until it formed an A-frame eight feet tall. It stood against the wall near their loft. "What am I looking for?" Nate shrugged. "A hidden panel or switch or something," he said. "Maybe something between the boards. Something that looks like it could be some type of control." "So ... something weird?" Nate smirked. "Yeah." "Yeah. Getting sick of that word. — Peter Clines