Boitsovskiy Quotes & Sayings

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness
too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth. — Edith Wharton

head rested on her pulled up knees and dark hair hid her face, but there was no mistaking that despair rocked her small frame. — Karen Lenfestey

If you can get yourself where you're not afraid of dying, then you can move forward a lot faster. — Ted Turner

After wolf number 10, the father of the first group of pups born in the park, was killed by a local hunter after wandering south of park boundaries, program officials rounded up the mother and the helpless pups, put them back into the acclimation pen, and provided them with food for several months. Even when the pups got a bit older, program managers feared that the mother would have a hard time taking care of them by herself when they were released. Then, on the day they were to be released, in an event that no biologist has yet been able to explain, a bachelor wolf living miles away in another part of the park showed up outside the pen, just in time to form a new family unit. — William R. Lowry

You won't have to do anything but walk a few yards and repeat after the minister."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! — Stephenie Meyer

It's strange. Hearing you say my name."
"I can say it again if you'd like."
"No, I'll remember just fine. — Andrew Pyper

All I want is your loving, feel the earth move when we kiss. I don't need a big ol' diamond, but I'll take it baby if you insist. — Mindy McCready

I really enjoyed playing Freddie Cork. People are always scared to approach me because of the character I played in 'Brotherhood.' The writing was very smart. — Kevin Chapman

There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard. — George Herbert

I suppose memory has at least two faces, and capricious ones at that. — Darin Strauss

I don't care if the whole town comes, as long as you come, Bailey boy. — Sharon Creech

Life is like walking along a crowded street
there always seem to be fewer obstacles to getting along on the opposite pavement
and yet, if one crosses over, matters are rarely mended. — Thomas Huxley

The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merly turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him. Later he will go out again, but he will be changed, he will have become different, after being eaten and digested by God. Afterward he will stay near the entrance so that he can gently push all those who come near into the opening. — Simone Weil

You're here.
I'm here for you. — Mia Sheridan

Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly ...
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me! — Adelaide Crapsey