Bookroom Art Quotes & Sayings

All that he has ever asked of us, of me, and Spinnock Durav, and so many others, he has given us in return. Each and every time. This ... this is his secret. Don't you understand, High Priestess? We served the one who served us. — Steven Erikson

I like when he tells me that he likes the way I feel because it goes against what I've heard my entire life and I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist. — Tahereh Mafi

If the parties would brand themselves the way Coke and Pepsi and other products do so that you knew what you were buying, it had quality control. I vote for the Republican. He or she will not raise my taxes. I'll buy one. I'll take that one home. — Grover Norquist

It's the Lord's will," she said quietly. "You get through it. You just never get over it. — Jodi Picoult

The interests of the employers and the employed are the same nine times out of ten-I will even say ninety-nine times out of ten. — George Curzon, 1st Marquess Curzon Of Kedleston

Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change. — Jim Rohn

If you have a different mindset, you will have a different outcome: if you make different choices from your peers, your life will then be different from your peers. — Jack Ma

When I lifted my head, Christian was sending a text message. "Give me that!"
I sprang to my knees and snatched it away. "What the hell did you say?"
"Only that I had you on your back. I made sure to sign my name."
"You idiot!"
I punched his shoulder and he smirked. "In-service massage?"
Silver: It's not what you think, Logan. I'll call you later. Miss u.
"It's your funeral. Logan is a Chitah."
Christian's eyes widened. "You're serious? You? And a Chitah?" He raked his fingers through his hair. "Shite, why didn't you tell me you were dating a fecking lunatic? Those bastards have a thing about hunting you for life. — Dannika Dark

Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour! — Ovid