Codlings Quotes & Sayings

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart
and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? — Diana Gabaldon

I won't put myself in a position where I'm vulnerable. — Patricia Cornwell

One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she'd died. I'd fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. the angels weren't supposed to feel emotions, but they were all weeping. All of them. Their tear stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone. Azrael was the only one of then who came to me, knelt in front of me and took her from my arms. He was the angel of death come to carry his sister home. I din't want to give her up, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw her face. I had died on that wretched hill with her. — Courtney Allison Moulton

It was in its strangeness and in its familiarity an illustration of someone else's life going on in its own way, steeped in itself, its own business, its own dailyness, its own particular sorrow or joy, all of it more or less predictable — Alice McDermott

Somehow people get the idea I think we should be given gumdrops whenever we do anything of value. — B.F. Skinner

I have yet to meet an English teacher who assigned a book to damage a kid. — Pat Conroy

You can teach someone how to control their strength, but you can't teach them to be strong. — Lance Armstrong

If everything always went perfectly, I would feel like, When is the ball going to drop? Because good things don't always last. Maybe I'm a pessimistic person. When something just seems too good, I can't believe it. — January Jones

His head was full of larceny, but his feet were honest. — Arthur Baer

El-lie, Come out, come out, wherever you are! The cat's finally away. Time for the mouse to come out and play. — Kelly Oram

Leadership is a conversation. — William A. Adams

I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with. — Dorothy Dunnett

You cannot kill satire. — New York Times

Ye monsters of the bubbling deep,
Your Maker's praises spout;
Up from the sands ye codlings peep,
And wag your tails about — Cotton Mather