Cindy Bennett Quotes & Sayings

An artist's imagination is his greatest tool — Michael Jackson

Mrs Dorothea's typewriter was like a heart, a giant heart beating in the middle of the fog and chaos. — Roberto Bolano

Life goes on, even when you think it shouldn't. In the morning, the sun will come up, no matter how hard you wish for it to stay down. — Cindy C. Bennett

Well, those who aren't waiting for you don't know what they're missing. — Cindy C. Bennett

When I began to do a little public speaking, one of the questions I heard most often was, "What good is science fiction to Black people?" I was usually asked this by a Black person ...
What good is science fiction's thinking about the present, the future, and the past? What good is its tendency to warn or to consider alternative ways of thinking and doing? What good is its examination of the possible effects of science and technology, or social organization and political direction? At its best, science fiction stimulates imagination and creativity. It gets reader and writer off the beaten track, off the narrow, narrow footpath of what "everyone" is saying, doing, thinking
whoever "everyone" happens to be this year.
And what good is all this to Black people? — Octavia E. Butler

This is a hard fight and we had better all die than lose it. — James Longstreet

My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die. — Anna Banks

Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

I stay where I am for just one second longer, for one second reveling in the feeling of being held, touched with tenderness, even if it isn't real. — Cindy C. Bennett

Kate, I've loved you for years. I mean, I know twelve-year-olds don't know what love is, so I guess I should say I've really liked you for years. But when I saw you this year, I knew. I knew we should be together. I just didn't know how hard you were going to make me work to get you to even like me. So, yeah, of course I want you to love me back. — Cindy C. Bennett

Her eyes on my eyes. I was tearing apart, inside and outside.
Her life.
My life. — Maggie Stiefvater

A father's calling is eternal and its importance transcends time. It is a calling for both time and eternity. — Ezra Taft Benson

Zombies are the walking dead, only it isn't their bodies that have died but their hearts, their souls. I know they exist because I have become one. — Cindy C. Bennett

But I wouldn't mind if You included a Prince Charles in my story. Charming!" Millie shook her head. "I meant Prince Charming. Really, Lord. Time to pray about something else... — Martha Finley

Jen
"I am sorry that I hurt you. I don't have the words to tell you how sorry I am about that." ... "I would do anything to take that part away. I would do anything to change the hurt I know I caused you. But I can't be sorry about making the bet with Ella and Beth because if I hadn't done that, I would never have gotten to know you. — Cindy C. Bennett

Yeah, I guess I do." My heart plummets again. "Or I did. Maybe I still do. I don't know. But I didn't bring her to the dance. I brought you. It seems I spend all my time with you."
"Why is that?" I'm genuinely curious but aware that I could be opening a door I don't want opened. I quickly rephrase. "I mean, why do you want to?"
He looks thoughtful.
"You're funny," he finally says. "I laugh a lot when I'm with you. I always have fun when I'm with you. And you try to hide it, but you're actually pretty sweet."
"That's a horrible thing to say," I say petulantly, crossing my arms tightly again. He chuckles.
"And you're really smart."
"Now I know you're lying."
"You are. But you try to hide that as well. And you're pretty."
"Worse and worse," I moan. He grins.
"And when I'm with you, I don't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else. — Cindy C. Bennett

She slid her arms around his ribs, laying her cheek against his wounded back, splaying her fingers across his ribs. He stilled beneath her touch, and then ran his hands across her arms, threading his fingers through hers.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?" he asked.
"Even more than I did before," she said. — Cindy C. Bennett

The feel of arms around me, in comfort rather than as restraint or in harmful intent, undoes me. I cry for all the years of mocking and teasing received at the hands of my peers, for having been born to hateful, careless parents. I cry for the fact that this one good, kind boy has joined the game. And That makes me think it's hopeless to find any goon in anyone, which only makes me cry harder. — Cindy C. Bennett

It was not complicated, and, as my mother pointed out, not even personal: They had a hotel; they didn't want Jews; we were Jews. (The Inn at Lake Devine) — Elinor Lipman

Why would i date him i like someone else" ... "I'm the only someone else you know — Cindy C. Bennett

Trevor : "Who says that you're not good?" He sounds a little angry.
"Who says that, Jen? Kyle? Beth? Ella? Your mother? You? Who
gave any of you the right to decide who's good and who's not? — Cindy C. Bennett

You can't tell me you haven't noticed the way things are at school. I'm everyone's favorite loser. There isn't anyone more fun to pick on then me. — Cindy C. Bennett

We're empire-breakers, not terrorists. — Pierce Brown

Trev
"I heard you were going to go out with him and I burned with jealousy. No, burning isn't the right word. I was more like an inferno. So I followed you ... "
"You're as pathetic as I am," I gasped out.
"Worse," he qualifies. "I'm a pathetic geek."
I snuggle back in to him "Yeah, well so am I. — Cindy C. Bennett

No, I don't party; no, I don't dress in black leather and chains; that's not my style. That's how I was raised. I worry about getting good grades and I go to church and I watch sci-fi movies and I generally follow the rules. Most people would call me a geek or a nerd. You've called me that many times. But that isn't everything that defines me. I mean, look at me, sitting here in a rainstorm under a tree that's probably going to kill us when the lightning hits it, holding the hand of a pretty cool girl who really is the opposite of me, a girl that I happen to be in love with. A girl I couldn't have imagined would want to be with me. But here she is, letting me hold her hand, trying to tell me why she isn't good enough for me. That's crazy. — Cindy C. Bennett

Trev, all you had to do was breathe to make me want you. — Cindy C. Bennett

You start to realize connections between experiences and things that push your buttons, and things that have touched you in those vulnerable areas and what-have-you. And they form a little collection over time - at least I do - and as time progresses and new things are learned, you kind of sift through those things until they're air or danceable, you know? But they start as this thing that's either too hard or too soft to dance to. — Saul Williams

I love you," she whispered.
"And I love you," he said, kissing her. "Calli, you saved me."
"What?"
"If you hadn't come into my life, I'd have lived the rest of my miserable existence holed up in my room, raging at the moon every night. I haven't felt the need to do that for almost as long as I've known you. You tamed the beast. You saved me"
"And you saved me back," she said, kissing him again. — Cindy C. Bennett

He thought even if they became one person, it still wouldn't be close enough. She opened her mouth beneath his and the world shifted. He lifted her, melding their bodies as tightly as their mouths. This kiss was no friendly kiss, nothing of gratitude in it.
It was raw vulnerability, a lifetime of loneliness being shattered, Alex fusing himself to someone in a way he'd never imagined possible. — Cindy C. Bennett

You don't ever play games, make me guess what it is you want, or what you're thinking. You're not afraid of getting dirty, you don't worry about if your hair looks just right, or get angry about having your prom in the woods. — Cindy C. Bennett

We don't think of ourselves as "prayer warriors." A man must've come up with that term - men think anything difficult is war. But prayer is more delicate than battle, especially intercessory prayer. More than just a notion, taking up the burdens of someone else, often someone you don't even know. You close your eyes and listen to a request. Then you have to slip inside their body. You are Tracy Robinson, burning for whiskey. You are Cindy Harris's husband, searching your wife's phone. You are Earl Vernon, washing dirty knots out of your strung-out daughter's hair. If you don't become them, even for a second, a prayer is nothing but words. That's — Brit Bennett

I don't want people to know how I am feeling because it makes you more vulnerable. — Logan Browning

He grins as he straightens and walks toward me, the grin that brings out the dimples and nearly takes my knees out. I'm such a marshmallow. — Cindy C. Bennett

This whole speech, extremely silly, tactless and probably politically dangerous, made Pavel Iosifovich shake with rage, but, strange as it might seem, it could be seen from the eyes of the crowd of customers that had gathered that it had aroused sympathy in very many people! — Mikhail Bulgakov

That doesn't sound quite right to me - what choice did I have but to survive? — Cindy C. Bennett

This is stupid, Kate. I love you. I want to be with you. Today, tomorrow, always. And I know you love me. Tell me I'm wrong about you, about why you left me. Tell me you don't love me. — Cindy C. Bennett

Who knew that you would be The One," I smile, "which I guess makes me your Trinity."
"My Amidala."
"Your Zira."
"My Sylvia."
"Your ... " I scour my brain, trying to remember some other great sci-fi love interest.
"Ha! I'm your Saphira," I settle back smugly, only for Trevor to start laughing.
"Saphira is a dragon. — Cindy C. Bennett