Dowsing Rods Quotes & Sayings

He'd placed a stake in my heart the first time he told me loved me, and since then I've been his. I don't think I could've been anyone else's, no matter how much time we spent apart or how much time I spent with the other. Where there was darkness, he filled me up and I spilled over with light. He was my light. My sanity. My world. — Shanora Williams

At any Maroon 5 concert, you'll see a room backstage marked 'yoga.' — Adam Levine

The gasoline flowing through the pump made a high pitched sound, as if the screaming of my family was still dissolved in it [p.181]. — Chris Cleave

Death is water's close companion. The two cannot be separated, and neither can be separated from us, for they are what we are ultimately made of: the versatility of water, and the closeness of death. Water has no beginning and no end, but death has both. Death is both. Sometimes death travels hidden in water, and sometimes water will chase death away, but they go together always, in the world and in us. — Emmi Itaranta

If only someone else's flesh and brain and memory. If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry cleaner's and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning. If only ... — Ray Bradbury

Cursed with conscience and damned with duty, because that's how we always reward the best of us. — Simon R. Green

Every place I go, I take another place with me. — Bon Iver

The people that you work with are, when you get down to it, your very best friends. — Michael Scott

I felt a curious thrill, as if something had stirred in me, half wakened from sleep. There was something very remote and strange and beautiful behind those words, if I could grasp it, far beyond ancient English.
(on reading the Cynewulf lines about the star Earendel) — J.R.R. Tolkien

But who knew what would happen once he got to Canada? Canada with its pacifism and its socialized medicine! Canada with its millions of French speakers! It was like ... like ... like a foreign country! Father Mike might become a fugitive over there, living it up in Quebec. He might disappear into Saskatchewan and roam with the moose.
-Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides (2003), P. 507 — Jeffrey Eugenides