Brackmann Medical Quotes & Sayings

You're one to talk," she says. "You're always moping. We should start calling you Beatrice Prior, Queen of Tragedy. — Veronica Roth

You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air. — Debasish Mridha

I made a fairly bold pledge that I wanted Virginia to be the energy capital of the East Coast. — Bob McDonnell

Can you draw a picture on the blackboard when somebody doesn't want you to? asked the rooster promptly.
"Yes," answered Kenny," if you write them a very nice poem."
"What is an only goat?"
"A lonely goat," answered Kenny.
The rooster shut one eye and looked at Kenny.
"can you hear a horse on the roof?" he asked.
"If you know how to listen in the night," said Kenny.
"Can you fix a broken promise?"
"Yes," said Kenny,"if it only looks broken,but really isn't."
The rooster drew his head back into his feathers and whispered, "What is a very narrow escape?"
"When somebody almost stops loving you," Kenny whispered back. — Maurice Sendak

So close the book and go. The world is full of security systems. Hack one of them. — Cory Doctorow

Who's there?" he called, then frowned. "Of course," he added, addressing the darkness all around, "even I, as a Shadowhunter, have seen enough movies to know that anyone who yells 'Who's there?' is going to be instantly killed. — Cassandra Clare

Humans need to be a little crazy, spontaneous, unusual, free-flowing, and creative. — Stuart Wilde

Friendship consists in forgetting; what one gives, and remembering what one receives. — Alexandre Dumas

Naomi Misora, are you familiar with the murder investigation going in Los Angeles as we speak?"
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"I am not so skilled that I can keep track of all the murder investigations happening in Los Angeles."
"Oh? I am."
He'd returned her sarcasm with a boast. — NisiOisiN

As all the rivers run into the sea, so all delights centre in our Beloved. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

The heavenly motions ... are nothing but a continuous song for several voices, perceived not by the ear but by the intellect, a figured music which sets landmarks in the immeasurable flow of time. — Johannes Kepler