Cole Inquisition Quotes & Sayings

He reminded Biff of a character in a book that he'd read last summer. It was one of the most memorable and wonderful books Biff had ever read, but, as often happened, he couldn't remember the title, author, or name of the character. And yet, at the time he read it, he felt the book had enriched his life as nothing had for a long time. — Randy Powell

I may have invented it, but Bill made it famous. — David Bradley

Between sixteen and eighteen, I was singing anywhere I could, in bars or down at the pub. — Rita Ora

I try to make people smile and dance, not think about things or educate them. — Norman Cook

We need to do unto ourselves as we do unto others. — Lisa Hammond

The PCT had taught me what a mile was. — Cheryl Strayed

I'm sure I could write endlessly about nothing. If only I had nothing to say. — Patti Smith

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never no helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object of its love. — Sigmund Freud

It is probable that the lemon is the most valuable of all fruit for preserving health. — Maud Grieve

Politics is there the way men and women are there, the way the Atlantic Ocean is there. Sometimes I've written about politics specifically, I mean about politics as it's understood on television and in newspapers. — Kenneth Koch

Something is wanting to science until it has been humanised. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

In spite of the way many people are turning away from God, not for other gods, but for no god; in spite of the mess we are making of this beautiful Planet Earth which God has given us, God still loves the world. — Eva Burrows

Do your best and then relax. Let things go on in a natural way, rather than force them. — Paramahansa Yogananda

On clear days we trudged through White Forest, a man-made woods of metal trees and plastic leaves constructed in the boon years of Brezhnev when the party boss's wife had grown nostalgic for the birches of her youth. By the time we trudged beneath them, however, the years had ravaged both the forest and the party boss's wife, and the plastic leaves above were as sagging and liver-spotted as her face. We went on. The mud was a mustard we plodded through. On the forest's far side we looked across the expanse of sulfurous waste stretching to the horizon. We shouted. We proclaimed. We didn't need to whisper out here. For a few short weeks in July, red wildflowers pushed through the oxidized waste and the whole earth simmered with apocalyptic beauty. — Anthony Marra

In general, it is the people who are left behind stationary, who give way to low spirits at any parting; the travellers, however bitterly they may feel the separation, find something in the change of scene to soften regret in the very first hour of separation. — Elizabeth Gaskell