Delster Quotes & Sayings

Yes, I do love my husband. I didn't at first. I didn't at first for a long time. When I left Darlington Hall all those years ago, I never realized I was really, truly leaving. I believe I thought of it as simply another ruse, Mr. Stevens, to annoy you. It was a shock to come out here and find myself actually married. For a long time, I was very unhappy, very unhappy indeed. — Kazuo Ishiguro

Kyle blinked. I don't think I've ever seen him quite so ... neutral.
"You can talk to Adam when he's not in the room, and you don't have a phone?" he asked.
I nodded.
He closed his eyes, and I could read his expression when he opened them again. "Thank you, dear Lord," he said with relief. "I thought I was going crazy. — Patricia Briggs

NOPE. CAN'T GO TO HELL.SATAN STILL HAS A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST ME. — Darynda Jones

Without my mother's ambition, her drive, I doubt that on my own I would have pushed myself out of Pozzuoli and into the frightening world that was faraway Rome. — Sophia Loren

Person of Interest is an example of series which have a lot of reverses... what if somebody knows a lot of about you?? And you don't him??
You are not famous and he doesn't exist as a person?? WOW, isn't it awesome?? — Deyth Banger

Part of our brand is that we're pretty understated in what we do. If you look at other technology companies, they might preannounce things, and it will be a couple years before they really happen, and they don't happen in the way they said they would. — Larry Page

I thought of that old gentleman, who is dead now, but was a bishop, I think, who declared that it was impossible for any woman, past, present, or to come, to have the genius of Shakespeare. He also told a lady who applied to him for information that cats do not as a matter of fact go to heaven, though they have, he added, souls of a sort. How much thinking those old gentlemen used to save one! How the borders of ignorance shrank back at their approach! Cats do not go to heaven. Women cannot write the plays of Shakespeare. — Virginia Woolf