Candy Starr Cuckoo's Nest Quotes & Sayings

She wished her younger brother, Drake, were here, and she felt the usual ache when she thought of him. — Nicholas Sparks

I dare not say with Paul that I am the slave of Christ, but my highest aspiration and desire is to be the slave of Christ. — George MacDonald

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. — Andrea Speed

A wife is not a man's shadow or subordinate, but his other self, his "helper," in a sense which no other creature on earth can be. — Joseph Hertz

Mai grins at Mycroft. 'You know that's slightly ridiculous, don't you?'
He smiled. 'Why?'
'Because. . . because you're teenagers.' Mai's expression says it should be obvious. 'Mycroft, this isn't like figuring out who spray-painted some guy's car. This is murder.'
'The principles are the same' he insists.
'But you're both minors. And you have no access to police information, no experience, no forensics lab, no authority. . . '
'Mai, are you trying to bring me down or something?'
Gus, who usually only gets emotive about things like soccer, suddenly leans forward. 'I think you should do it.' He glances at me and Mycroft in turn. 'This homeless guy, it's not like his death is going to be a major priority, is it? The police won't bend over backwards to bring his killer to justice or anything. He was a derelict with no family. So you two are the only ones who even care. — Ellie Marney

You've got to think about how to do things for the right price. You have to shoot in different places to be creative and get tax rebates. — Brett Ratner

To sound the alarm is not to panic but to seek action from an aroused public. — John F. Kennedy

My brain might be cracked, but it's not just my brain. The sky is cracked too, and I can sometimes see what's on the other side. — Amy Harmon

There's a fire starting in my heart — Adele

Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang
From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day,
So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me
With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear
Most like articulate sounds of things to come!
So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt,
Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!
And so I brooded all the following morn,
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye
Fixed with mock study on my swimming book. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge