Dzirnavu 109 Quotes & Sayings

I started working when I was very young. I got an agent when I was 12, and fortunately was employed consistently from that point on. So I didn't really go to a conventional high school. I was tutored on sets and things. — Claire Danes

Oh, hey," Kavinsky sneered. "His eyes found Blue and Gansey. "It's Daddy. Dick, thats a strangely hetero partner you have there tonight. Lynch having performance issues? — Maggie Stiefvater

A week passes without contact, and then a month, and soon too much time has passed and calling her would just feel random and weird. So I don't. — Marie Lu

Why trade a chance at real happiness for a misery I already knew? — A.S. King

There are two schools of thought about the resilience of time. The first is that time is highly volatile, with every small event altering the possible outcome of the earth's future. The other view is that time is rigid, and no matter how hard you try, it will always spring back toward a determined present. Myself, I do not worry about such trivialities. I simply sell ties to anyone who wants to buy one ... — Jasper Fforde

Your friendship is quite valuable to me because I know you are not on my side.
Rather you are a free, evolving spirit, allied with other like minds.
Enemy to arrogance and loyal to the bitter truth. — Anonymous

My perfect Valentine's Day would be coming home to a giant box waiting for me, and it has a gorgeous dress and high-heeled shoes and a handbag. And someone's waiting to do my hair and makeup. You can tell I've been in too many romantic comedies. — Judy Greer

What's the hurry?" he said
"This door is locked," Tully told him.
"So?"
"Can you pick a lock?"
"I'll give it a try."
"Be my guest" Tully said, stepping to one side.
Pap blew the lock away with the shotgun. He pushed the door open with the barrel. — Patrick F. McManus

One cannot proclaim words of love if the heart has yet to be awoken. — Raneem Kayyali

Now 4th street park after dark is dangerous, might get clapped, if you look strange to us — Heavy D

Questions, inside the larger mystery of sorrow, which contains us and our daily transit, and is large enough indeed to contain the whole shifting tidal theater where I make small constructions, my metaphors, my defenses. Against which I play out theories, doubts, certainties bright as high tide in sunlight, which shift just as that brightness does, in fog or rain. — Mark Doty