Danielandjob Quotes & Sayings

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world. — Stephenie Meyer

Please send me a bill for your services through" - he looked at his watch - "through today," he said. "And you'll pay it with a rubber check," I said. — Robert B. Parker

But in the end, there will still be a morning like this one, full of new light, and a distant voice will be heard, like a memory of before we became people. And the tones of a song will well up, the gentle lull of the first mother. This song, yes indeed, will be ours, the memory of a deep root that they were unable to wrench out of us. This voice will give us the strength for a new beginning, and upon hearing it, the corpses will find peace in their graves and the survivors will embrace life with the simple joy of young lovers. All this will happen if we are able to rid ourselves of this time that has made animals out of us. Let us strive to die like the people we no longer are. — Mia Couto

Only at the end of the last stroke of paint, you can begin to wonder what needs to be done next. — Stephen Beal

Consider me no fool because my tongue is mad. I salt a truth with jest that it sound not dull and heavy. There is more than jig and cadence in my words. I am of stronger fiber than you think. If there comes a time for proof I shall not fail. — Charles S. Brooks

Most people just say 'sorry'. But handing over your ex for painful handling was so much better. — Suzanne Wright

The engine that drives all your activities is hope. What you hope in shapes you. — Matt Chandler

Lose control once in a while, and your emotions will make your strong. Keep your heart open, and they'll make you invincible. — Eric Smith

An excess of hoarded wealth is the death of many. — Juvenal

Savannah's fear was being pushed aside by the heated tenderness of Gregori's mouth, by the gentleness in his caressing hands. He carelessly shoved the sheet down, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Hot. He was so hot. Savannah could not stand the feel of the thin sheet of her heated hips, twisting around her legs. Her hands were tangled in Gregori's thick hair, crushing it in her fingers like so much silk.His shirt was open to his tapered waist, his hard muscles pressing against her soft breasts. The rough,dark hair on his chest rasped erotically over nipples.
A wave of heat heralded a storm of fire, through him, through her. Savannah's hands, of their own accord, pushed his shirt from his wide shoulders. She watched with enormous eyes as he slowly shrugged out of it, his silver gaze holding her blue one captive. She was drowning in those pale, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes filled with such intensity, with so much hunger for one woman. Her. Only her. — Christine Feehan

IMAGINE YOU ARE Siri Keeton. You wake in an agony of resurrection, gasping after a record-shattering bout of sleep apnea spanning one hundred forty days. You can feel your blood, syrupy with dobutamine and leuenkephalin, forcing its way through arteries shriveled by months on standby. The body inflates in painful increments: blood vessels dilate, flesh peels apart from flesh, ribs crack in your ears with sudden unaccustomed flexion. Your joints have seized up through disuse. You're a stick man, frozen in some perverse rigor vitae. You'd scream if you had the breath. — Peter Watts

I am not an adolescent, nor a romantic. I analyze objectively. — Dilma Rousseff

The future was a living thing, and could never be truly known. It rippled with change whenever someone used free will to make a choice. But — Peter V. Brett

Life's greatest adventure is in doing one's level best. — Arthur Ernest Morgan

Poverty is not dated. Homeless people have looked the same since the thirteenth century. Go back to the times of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. Look at photographs. It's amazing. The face on a homeless person is timeless. — Dustin Hoffman