Cellona Bandages Quotes & Sayings

As early as 1910, Ludwig Landsberg had suggested that I should examine the problem of splitting heavy oils and oil residues into benzines. — Friedrich Bergius

The greatest loss lies in our inability to accept loss. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

I'm afraid Japanese people tend to collective hysteria. — Tadashi Yanai

Hey, I didn't know you didn't like baloney."
I went cold. "I don't like it. I never liked it."
Soda just looked at me. "You used to eat it. That's why you wouldn't eat anything while you were sick. You kept saying you didn't like baloney, no matter what it was we were trying to get you to eat."
"I don't like it," I repeated. — S.E. Hinton

You and Denny are good together. You should stay with him. — S.C. Stephens

I move with him, letting him touch me, kiss me, taste my body like I'm his canvas and he's painting me with his tongue. — Lauren Blakely

And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. — George Orwell

Sometimes I can't tell the difference between living and dead. Sometimes I look at a pretty little girlie and I think to myself, Is she a living, breathing thing? Or is she just a doll? Are those actualy tears she's crying? Are those real creams coming out of her mouth? And it's like a fog in my mind, like I get all confused and frustrated and mixed up, so I start doing things. Start small at first, like maybe with the ears or the lips or the toes. And then move on to the bigger things, and there's blood, so I keeping going and my hands are wet and my mouth is warm and I keep going and then something magical happens, Jasper. It's real magical and special and beautiful. See, they stop moving. They stop struggiling. All the fight just goes away and that's when it's all clear to me: She's dead. And if she's dead, then that means that she used to be alive. So then I know: This was a living one, a real one. And I feel good after that 'cause I figured it out. — Barry Lyga

She closed the file, then studied the text messages — Jojo Moyes

For my grief's so great
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1) — William Shakespeare