Classique Cars Quotes & Sayings
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Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach. — Kay Kenyon

I guess I could go and get a bunch of knives from the Kitchen aisles and throw them at the intruders. So lame. I wanted to wring my own neck for being so lame. — Emmy Laybourne

america...is the interplay of three hundred million rube goldberg contraptions invented only yesterday — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Death, although of course completely eyeless, watched Rincewind disappearing with what would, had His face possessed any mobility at all, have been a frown. Death, although exceptionally busy at all times, decided that He now had a hobby. There was something about the wizard that irked Him beyond measure. He didn't keep appointments, for one thing. — Terry Pratchett

Books keep and reciprocate our secrets, dreams, regrets, and hopes better than any friend in the world. — Drea Damara

Alexia was rather strapping. He preferred her that way. Undersized women reminded him of yippy dogs. — Gail Carriger

Hey there," she said, her blue eyes shimmering.
Collin swallowed hard, and took her in his arms, cradling her head against his chest. "Hey, yourself," he murmured into her hair, and kissed her head. He held her there for as long as he could without it becoming awkward, then gripped her shoulders and stepped back. — Tracy March

From the Book of Mormon, we learn how disciples of Christ live in times of war. — Ezra Taft Benson

Next comes the temptation to destroy ourselves for love of the other. The only value is love of the other. Self-sacrifice is an absolute value in itself. And the desire of the other is also absolute in itself. No matter what the lover desires, we will give up our life or even our soul to please him. This is the asceticism of Eros, which makes it a point of honor to follow the beloved even into hell. For what greater sacrifice could man offer on the altar of love than the sacrifice of his own immortal soul? Heroism in this sacrifice is measured precisely by madness: it is all the greater when it is offered for a more trivial motive. — Thomas Merton

The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias. — Anna Akhmatova

No one ever judges their own self. — James Wolk

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune. — Robert Hunter

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow