Castetter Alex Quotes & Sayings

I'm alergic to dying, I break out in a bad case of death every time it happenes.
-Wally McDoogle — Bill Myers

Every novelist has a different purpose - and often several purposes which might even be contradictory. — Irwin Shaw

I heard a voice that told me I'm essential. How all my fears are limiting my potential. Said it's time to step into the light and use every bit of power i have inside. — India.Arie

The enemies of a people are those who keep them in ignorance. — Thomas Sankara

All human beings bear God's image and must be respected for what each person is. Therefore, no external description of one's being, whether based on race, ethnicity, gender or sexual orientation, can properly be used as the basis for either rejection or discrimination. — John Shelby Spong

Rebellion against tyrants is obedience to God. — Benjamin Franklin

I am pleased and reassured by the fact that a lot of younger playwrights seem to pay me some attention and gain some nourishment from what I do. — Edward Albee

Upon further reflection, and after meeting with the President of MSNBC, I have tendered my resignation. It is my sincere hope that all of my colleagues, at this special network, will be allowed to focus on the issues that matter without the distraction of myself or my ill-judged comments. — Martin Bashir

By doubting we come at truth. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

You know, you've set a really bad precedent for first dates," I said. "How is anyone ever going to top this?"
I turned to him for the first time. He was watching me, not the scenery. "I brought you here because I wanted to see the look on your face when you saw this place." He smiled, and my heart flipped over. "It was worth the trip. — Janette Rallison

The world is neither good nor bad; the world is the world. The — Swami Vivekananda

He pulled the knitting away from her, throwing it in the grass, then sank down on his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her lap. He was shaking, she realized, and the tears were pouring down her face, onto him, as she stroked his long, silken hair and cried.
She didn't care what it sounded like - the hiccupping noises, the choking sobs.
Her own body was shaking, racked by the final release, and he sat back on his heels and pulled her out of the chair, into his arms, holding her so tightly that a weaker woman might break, whispering to her in Japanese, sweet, loving words, letting her cry.
She was a strong woman, and her tears, so long denied, only made her stronger.
His heart was pounding against hers, his hands firm and tender, pushing the hair away from her tear-drenched face. When he kissed her she couldn't breathe, and she didn't care. — Anne Stuart