Bunun Peze Quotes & Sayings

(Why flowers are so important to the main character)
I need the reminder that God loves to make detailed and beautiful things, and that act of creation is itself a sufficient reason to make them. These flowers will live and die here, the majority of them never seen, even though a busy road is less than a mile away. — Dee Henderson

I am Myra Breckinridge whom no man will ever possess. Clad only in garter belt and one dress shield, I held off the entire elite of the Trobriand Islanders, a race who possess no words for "why" or "because." Wielding a stone axe, I broke the arms, the limbs, the balls of their finest warriors, my beauty blinding them, as it does all men, unmanning them in the way that King Kong was reduced to mere simian whimper by beauteous Fay Wray whom I resemble left three-quarter profile if the key light is no more than five feet high during the close shot. — Gore Vidal

Because if you really want to die, I can put you under psychiatric observation." "I don't want to die," A.J. says after a bit. "I just find it difficult to be here all the time. Do you think I'm crazy? — Gabrielle Zevin

Art is uncompromising and life is full of compromises. — Gunter Grass

That preaching is sadly defective which dwells exclusively on the mercies of God and the joys of heaven, yet never sets forth the terrors of the Lord and the miseries of hell. — J.C. Ryle

So, I really don't consider myself a fabulous keyboard player. — Geddy Lee

What we must decide is how we are valuable rather than how valuable we are. — Edgar Friedenberg

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome;
The people knelt upon the ground with awe;
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head;
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea;
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears. — Oscar Wilde

Noah St. John, bad buy of rock and concerned father of imaginary daughters. Hell hath frozen over and become an ice ring. — Nalini Singh

concept: me, wandering through the morning fog of a flowery hillside. the world is still and silent and calm — L.J. Buchanan