Constances Fourth Quotes & Sayings

Better see rightly on a pound a week than squint on a million. — George Bernard Shaw

What difference, at this point, does it make? — Hillary Clinton

The room in fact was as depressing from its slatternliness as from its atmosphere of erudition. — Samuel Butler

I've done a lot of things in my life. — Daniel Craig

It is a very ill omen to hear a wicked world clap its hands and shout "Well done" to the Christian man. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Years later, I learned an English word for the creature that Assef was, a word for which a good Farsi equivalent does not exist: sociopath. — Khaled Hosseini

I definitely have my Palestinian gene. I love to play host. — Bella Hadid

Do you hear that?" he says.
"You mean the crashing thunder and pounding rain?"
He shakes his head. I listen closely, trying to filter o
ut the sounds of the storm.
Then I hear it. A whooshing sound with a fast buzzing underne
ath it. It's so, so familiar
but I can't quite put my finger on it. A very definite blac
k spot appears among the dark gray
clouds. The spot lengthens horizontally.
The puzzle pieces click into place and I get the full pictur
e: Fighter jet. Headed straight
for us. It could be a coincidence, right? F-22 Raptors fly
low through giant thunderstorms over
major metropolitan areas in the middle of the night a
ll the time. Right.
My illusions of a coincidence are shattered - by a mis
sile flying straight at me. It would
seem this guy has infrared, too. I mean, missiles? Really?
Isn't that a bit overkill? I start flying
away, but Sani stops me.
"Dive! — Sarah Nicolas

There was a formula - a sort of list of things to say and do - which I recognised as something black and forbidden; something which I had read of before in furtive paragraphs of mixed abhorrence and fascination penned by those strange ancient delvers into the universe's guarded secrets whose decaying texts I loved to absorb. — H.P. Lovecraft

There were stars. They burned my eyes. — Markus Zusak

Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge