Cololo Zmona Quotes & Sayings

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know. — Jeff Buckley

Surviving is much more painful than death. — Tom Clancy

The mark of a successful author isn't whether he/she becomes rich and famous. Success is a story worthy enough to touch, move, or inspire even one reader in a way that is meaningful to them. — Lianne Miller

Good things, when short, are twice as good. — Tom Stoppard

You're going to break my heart, aren't you? — Christopher Moore

The library at home when she was child had been her refuge. She gravitated to it. When she was anxious, just taking a book of a shelf calmed her. Opening the cover, feeling the paper's smoothness, smelling the sheets, the leather, even sometimes the ink, centered her. — M.J. Rose

Barringtons aren't local by origin. They're carpetbaggers from Philadelphia - an offshoot of a House that had grown too big to govern. Or more to the point, it'd grown too big for everyone to successfully get along without a whole lot of murdering going on. — Cherie Priest

Why be so bloody miserable when you can pick up a good book or watch a great television drama? — Michael Dobbs

Moonlight filtered in through the blinds illuminating their bedroom, but the bright glow couldn't penetrate the darkness that surrounded her heart. — J.E.B. Spredemann

You can pretend everything's fine, but if there's an unhappiness or you're not having sex or you're not communicating or you're made to feel third best in the house and you don't address it and you just try to put on a nice face and a smile, that kind of aggression and anger is going to come out in some sinister way. — Eli Roth

Worry is a sin, even I know that, yet I am more than just a lily of the field. I'm a lily that's been plucked from the ground and laid at your feet. When it comes to you, I'm rootless and helpless and at your mercy for sunshine and water. And I'm not even supposed to be yours. How can I not worry? — Sierra Simone

He held out the bottle. Clarice's hand was steady as she took it from him. It is poison, she thought distantly. It will kill her. She tried to be horrified at the thought, but she couldn't manage it. — Mercedes Lackey

you say you often feel this madness. what do you do when it comes upon you?
I write poetry.
is poetry madness?
non-poetry is madness.
what is madness?
madness is ugliness.
what is ugly?
to each man, something different. — Charles Bukowski