Chocholow 400 Quotes & Sayings

Pigeons flew in diminishing waves between the low buildings. The sun rose. It said, Now that you've done this, you can never have that. Now that I'm like this, I can never go back. — Stephanie Danler

You can be a great reporter and not be such a great talk show host. — Dan Abrams

Political scandals, economic disaster, suffering in all its familiar forms - these were the daily staple of a disaster-prone, uneasy planet. — Alexander McCall Smith

Not only did
I love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More than others.
She was different.
After all; I would
be a fool not to
notice the way the
sunshine played with
her hair. — Christopher Poindexter

What gets lost is we wouldn't be who we are and as successful as we have been if we didn't have a decent batting average. — Satya Nadella

Just because I don't feel calm, doesn't mean I'm not calm. — Penny Reid

Having bought furniture for my own house, and bought furniture for our house in Washington, a furniture store seemed like a good idea, and it also played into my personal history. — Elizabeth Edwards

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself.
I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found. — Amy Tan

The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling. — Elizabeth Bowen

Fur is a contentious issue. Meat is a contentious issue. GMOs are a contentious issue. I think this whole thing going on about whether or not products should be labeled if they have GMOs in them - I, as a consumer, would like to know if I'm eating GMO food. If I choose to buy it then it's my choice. — Billy Corgan

What we have at the moment isn't as the old liturgies used to say, 'the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead,' but a vague and fuzzy optimism that somehow things may work out in the end. — N. T. Wright

Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in midair, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. Looking at it, I understood the reason for my fear. The face was my own. — Elie Wiesel