Curious George Love Quotes & Sayings

There're times when strangers are like family, and family are like strangers — Hlovate

The silence killed your faith. — Barack Obama

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. — Richard Siken

We often confuse what we wish for with what is. — Neil Gaiman

Such was the mistrust of the official line, so heavy was the spin, that with any new piece of information you learned to do a kind of mental arithmetic whereby you divided the information given by the speaker's rank, multiplied by his or her time in-country, and subtracted based on the number of miles the speaker was distant from the fighting.

From The Big Suck: Notes from the Jarhead Underground — David J. Morris

When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. — Rick Riordan

Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks. — Francis Quarles

I realize that after decades of positive thinking the notion of realism, of things as they are, may seem a little quaint ... When the stakes are high enough and the risks obvious, we still turn to people who can be counted on to understand those risks and prepare for worst-case scenarios. A chief of state does not want to hear a general in the field say that he 'hopes' to win tomorrow's battle or that he's 'visualizing victory' ... — Barbara Ehrenreich

Let the beauty of love bloom like a flower, and then welcome everyone you meet with that flower. — Debasish Mridha

England is seen at its worst when it has to deal with men like Wilde. In Germany Wilde and Byron are appreciated as authors: in England they still go pecking about their love-affairs. Anyone who calls a book 'immoral' or 'moral' should be caned. A book by itself can be neither. It is only a question of the morality or immorality of the reader. But the English approach all questions of vice with such a curious mixture of curiosity and fear that it's impossible to deal with them. — Charles Hamilton Sorley

I squeezed her hand. "He's not coming back, Carlee"
When I said her name, her whole body stiffened, her eyes opening wide and clearing, as though a veil over them had lifted. "Carlee," she whispered.
I nodded and waited for her to freak out, to start screaming or crying, bracing myself and getting ready to hug her or carry her back to the village, whatever it took. For a few impossibly long moments she didn't say anything, didn't move, and I wondered if the shock had broken her brain. Then her brown eyes locked on mine again, narrowing into slits.
"I'm gonna kill that effing creep."
I laughed, relief flooding through me, and threw my arms around her neck.
"No, seriously. I'm going to kill him! I can't believe I bought his stupid lines! I don't care how pretty he was, I mean, have you seen what I'm wearing?"
Laughing, I nodded into her shoulder. "So not the style."
"I know, right? I look like an extra in some fantasy movie. Some stupid fantasy movie. — Kiersten White

You can't conquer everything in a day. Or even a week. Maybe not even a year. There's no way to work hard at grieving. You just have to let it happen. And you are, so don't fight it. — Julie Cross

You don't have to bewitch me, Aiden. I like you already. — Lita Burke

We are dealing with the best-educated generation in history. But they've got a brain dressed up with nowhere to go. — Timothy Leary