Brocker Quotes & Sayings

Taking care of your thoughts is at least as important as taking care of your body - if not even more important. — Felix Brocker

He sits on the edge of the couch, his hair damp and ruffled in every direction. I turn the page and unfortunately a lurid diagram of an erect penis glares up at me. "I am trying to be a bit more normal." He looks at the page. "How's it working out so far?" "I'm glad this isn't a pop-up book. — Sally Thorne

I believe in rituals. — Charles Simonyi

Oil futures were originally created to give heating oil dealers, gas retailers, aviation companies and other businesses a method of hedging against adverse price changes. Instead, they've become just another Wall Street plaything. — Gary Weiss

Her fingers flew, her fiddle was an entire orchestra, and every note beautifully brought into being struck a chord of satisfaction within her. She wondered at the unfamiliar lightness in her chest and realised she was laughing.
So great was her focus, it took her a while to register the strange expression that crept to Brocker's face as he listened, finger tapping the armrest of his chair. His eyes were fixed behind Fire and to the right, in the direction of Archer's back doorway. Fire comprehended that someone must be standing in Archer's entrance, someone Brocker watched with startled eyes.
And then everything happened at once. Fire recognised the mind in the doorway; she spun around, fiddle and bow screeching apart; she stared at Prince Brigan leaning against the door frame. — Kristin Cashore

Follow your dreams and always remember, sometimes you must soar through the fog and clouds to discover the rainbow. — Jodi Stone

Change your mind and it will change your life. If nothing around you changes, changes the things that are around you. — Tyrese Gibson

I fundamentally believe in term limits, for Congress, presidents, and board members. — Jim Breyer

I am in the service of lost boys struggling to be good men. — Chuck Dixon

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it. — Kristin Cashore

Through an arrow loop in the wall she saw a familiar horse and rider tearing across the camp toward the healing rooms. Brigan pulled up at Nash's feet and dropped from the saddle. The two brothers threw their arms around each other and embraced hard.
Shortly thereafter he stepped into the healing rooms and leaned in the doorway, looking across at her quietly. Brocker's son with the gentle gray eyes.
She abandoned all pretense of decorum and ran at him. — Kristin Cashore

Women do too much shit to impress men who can barely tell the difference. — Anna Todd

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them. — Kristin Cashore