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Coistril Quotes By Hillary Clinton

There's no such thing as other people's children. — Hillary Clinton

Coistril Quotes By Ludwig Feuerbach

The joys of theory are the sweetest intellectual pleasures of life — Ludwig Feuerbach

Coistril Quotes By John Donne

True and false fears let us refrain,
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore: this is the second of our reign. — John Donne

Coistril Quotes By Lynn Flewelling

Come on, Seregil, let's show him how it's done."
"I'm busy," replied Seregil, working on a tricky bit of fingering.
Moving to stand over him, Micum groweled, "Put away that twopenny toy, you tit-sucking coistril, and show me the length of your blade!"
Seregil laid his harp aside with a sigh. "Dear me, that sounds rather like a challenge-"
Lunging swiftly past Micum, he sprang to his feet and drew his sword, then swung a flat-bladed attack at Micum's forearm. — Lynn Flewelling

Coistril Quotes By Richard Simmons

I might as well be gay. And not just because I love rhinestones and Barbara Streisand. But because Im a sensitive person who is supportive of gay people the same way Im sensitive to grossly obese people and ugly people. — Richard Simmons

Coistril Quotes By Robert Noyce

From the beginning at Intel, we planned on being big. — Robert Noyce

Coistril Quotes By Debasish Mridha

If life is a joyful serious journey, then peace should be the train and happiness should be the destination. — Debasish Mridha

Coistril Quotes By Karen Thompson Walker

But the past is long, and the future is short. — Karen Thompson Walker

Coistril Quotes By Richard Price

Rocco was gripped with the panic he often experienced around her, around himself. He seemed to be both here now and simultaneously five years in the future looking back at this moment, at the loss of this moment. He was always sliding past the nowness of being with her, throwing himself at her like a cranked-up insincere clown for an exhausting fifteen minutes a day or getting cozy with booze in order to achieve the proper mood, and from the time she was born he had felt he was on his deathbed, remembering with regret how skittish and slippery his time with her had been. Had been, as if she were a hard thirty-seven and divorced instead of a two-year old baby, as if he were eighty-six and senile instead of forty-three and slightly overweight. — Richard Price