Cornada De Jose Quotes & Sayings

I'm not an austere person. — Paul Farmer

Except that Morgan's face was too pinched and thin to pull off the look. "Your point being?" I did my best to keep from looking nervous or impressed. Truth be told, I was both. Morgan was my Warden, assigned to me by the White Council to make sure I didn't bend or break any of the Laws of Magic. He hung about and spied on me, mostly, and usually came sniffing around after I'd cast a spell of some kind. I would be damned if I was going to let the White Council's guard dog see any fear out of me. Besides, he would — Jim Butcher

She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair. — L.M. Montgomery

Stamp: "Fine Maddy, Whatever. Take your little punk loser to the dance. I don't need you, Maddy. I can ask two dozen, three dozen chicks right now to go with me." Maddy: "Well then," I guess you better start stocking up on corsages. — Rusty Fischer

I really believe hatred is not a primal emotion, in that you can't find it in nature. It's basically some kind of distortion of fear. — Etgar Keret

I love paper. A nice thick pile of it and a pencil, and I'm content. — Cecil Balmond

When you focus on problems, you'll have more Problems. When you focus on possibilities, you'll have more oppertunities. — Unknown

Braveness isn't always loud. Sometimes it's silent. There's braveness in sacrifice and kindness. It's in doing a thing that needs to be done, even though it's hard, and even though it hurts. — Staci Hart

Jeff Lynne is an arranger, and I think it's probably much easier for him to go ahead and play a part himself than to try to show somebody else what he wants. But it's hard for me to say; I barely know Jeff. — Benmont Tench

It is the destiny of the weak to be devoured by the strong. — Otto Von Bismarck

What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one's self? — Henrik Ibsen

How quickly a year passes, like a mouthful of food snatched from the maw of eternity. — Garth Stein