Chinned In A Sentence Quotes & Sayings

A tool is usually more simple than a machine; it is generally used with the hand, whilst a machine is frequently moved by animal or steam power. — Charles Babbage

Look at the way the walls curve,' Macey said, her gaze panning around the strangely shaped room. 'it's almost like ... '
'The library,' Liz said, and immediately I knew that she was right. It was exactly like the library at the Gallagher Academy, from the position of the fireplace to the tall windows that overlooked the grounds.
'How do you know?' Zach asked.
Liz looked totally insulted. 'Because ... uh ... library.'
'Okay.' Zach threw up his hands. 'Point taken. — Ally Carter

The things people say of a man do not alter a man. He is what he is. Public opinion is of no value whatsoever. Even if people employ actual violence, they are not to be violent in turn. That would be to fall to the same low level. After all, even in prison, a man can be quite free. His soul can be free. His personality can be untroubled. He can be at peace. And, above all things, they are not to interfere with other people or judge them in any way. Personality is a very mysterious thing. A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realize through that sin his true perfection. — Oscar Wilde

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. — William Butler Yeats

We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-it will not sacrifice itself. — Andrew Sean Greer

This time you're looking for revenge." Yes. He wanted revenge. He felt his jaw tighten, his vision focus in. "For Eve." Ian's eyes narrowed. "Really? Are you sure about that?" He was sure, and he fucking well deserved revenge. Evans had torn them apart. — Lexi Blake

Alcohol units: 5. Drowning sorrows. Cigarettes: 23. Fumigating sorrows. Calories: 3,856. Smothering sorrows in fat duvet. — Helen Fielding

The world shall perish not for lack of wonders, but for lack of wonder — John B. S. Haldane