Cherepanova Quotes & Sayings

All my life I've been looking for someone intelligent to talk to. — Susan Sontag

I'm always doing something musically - when I'm working or when I'm off. — Zooey Deschanel

There have been applied sciences throughout the ages ... However this so-called practice was not much more than paper in nearly all of these cases, and the various applied sciences were only lacking a bagatelle, namely proper scientific practice. The applied sciences show the application of theoretic doctrines in existing events; but that is precisely what it does, it merely shows. Whereas the scientific practice autonomously puts to use these theories. — Christian Doppler

[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter] — Rick Riordan

Minnie Spotted Wolf from Butte, Montana, was the first Native American to enlist in the Marine Corps Womens' Reserve. Spotted Wolf joined in 1943. She commented that Marine Corps boot camp was "hard, but not that hard. — Tom Holm

Power came the way a child came -- with agony. — Octavia E. Butler

As a German citizen, as a German professor, and as a political person, I hold it to be not only my right but also my moral duty to take part in the shaping of our German destiny, to expose and oppose obvious wrongs. — Kurt Huber

I am a distance runner, a marathoner ... literally and figuratively. — Al Jarreau

Gorgon say that Callisto was a woman who laugh all her life but never smile once. — Marlon James

I'm not goin' anywhere, Gin. My heart belongs to you. If you're ever ready to give me yours, well, you come find me, darlin'. I'll be waitin'. — Katy Regnery

Deer in headlights.
Cornered suspect.
Mouse in the open, owls circling. — Kathy Reichs

The yearning sadness of a farewell stole plaintively across her heart as she recalled those sweet sessions when she stood with him in the shadowy upper reaches of the street listening to his murmured tale of woe. She felt that happiness being furtively withdrawn, stolen by sly hands which she could not resist. No longer would he feed the deep longing in her heart; no more could she escape, through him, those bleak lonelinesses which sometimes stole upon her. — Walter Greenwood