Book Flush Quotes & Sayings

Photography has definitely been my favorite way to remember things. At least for me that's how my brain processes things, of memories or moments - if I take a picture of it I can remember so many more details. I think it's about choosing the exact picture in my head that signifies or symbolizes a moment - almost as if you're using film. It's almost archaic. — Dianna Agron

Wow, pretty doesn't quite cut it where you're concerned. You are gorgeous," Breccan said, smiling back at her. "Damn, I said that out loud, didn't I?" he asked not expecting an answer. His face didn't flush. He didn't retract his comments or seem embarrassed by what he said. He wasn't the least bit ashamed at his boldness. That was simply Breccan — Madison Thorne Grey

In a way, both the U.S. media and those wacky rioters in the Afghan-Pakistani hinterlands are very similar, two highly parochial and monumentally self-absorbed tribes living in isolation from the rest of the world and prone to fanatical irrational indestructible beliefs - not least the notion that you can flush a 950-page book down one of Al Gore's eco-crazed federally mandated low-flush toilets, a claim no editorial bigfoot thought to test for himself in Newsweek's executive washroom. — Mark Steyn

I leaned over and kissed him firmly on the lips, saying as I pulled away, "I feel much better, thanks."
A grin emerged across his face, and a subtle flush rose to his cheeks.
Behind me, Sara started choking. I turned toward her convulsions. "Sorry," she whispered, her face bright red. "Some bullshit caught in my throat."
Donovan, Rebecca (2013-06-04). Reason To Breathe (The Breathing Series, Book 1) (p. 309). Skyscape. Kindle Edition. — Rebecca Donovan

She smiled at him. "How did you know just what I'd want to see?"
"How could I not?" he said. "When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand." He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought - and was surprised how affectionate the thought was. — Cassandra Clare

How many times would you do it, you think? How many times would you sacrifice yourself for good?"
"Every time," I answer automatically. — Suzanne Young

I felt the vulnerability, the fragility of the children of the world, and how it was, nonetheless, on their frail shoulders that we loaded the weight of our weary hopes and eternal new beginnings. — Gabrielle Roy

Lord Jesus, don't let me lie when I say that I love you ... and protect me, for today I could betray you. — Augustine Of Hippo

The key to staying safe was knowing the rules of the situation. — Patrick Rothfuss

The abbot had called her a sweet soul. This was true, but she was also massively irritating. She fussed over Rabalyn as if he was still three years old, and her conversation was absurdly repetitive. Every time he left the little cottage she would ask: 'Are you going to be warm enough?' If he voiced any concerns about life, schooling or future plans, she would say: 'I don't know about that. It's enough to have food on the table today.' Her days were spent cleaning other people's sheets and clothes. In the evenings she would unravel discarded woollen garments and create balls of faded wool. Then she would knit scores of squares, which would later be fashioned into blankets. Some she sold. Others she gave away to the poorhouse. Aunt Athyla was never idle. — David Gemmell