Eldona Wiley Quotes & Sayings

Where absolute superiority is not attainable, you must produce a relative one at the decisive point by making skillful use ofwhat you have. — Carl Von Clausewitz

We have ... drawn a line in the sand. — George H. W. Bush

When someone compliments you, listen, but don't believe it. Praise or blame are immaterial. You know what you are. — Frederick Lenz

I just do what's comfortable for me, whether it's getting fresh haircuts, or the clothes that I wear. It's simple; I'm just me. I don't really go out of my way. I do make sure my face is washed and moisturized, though. — Lance Gross

No form of government matters nearly as much as the spirit and intelligence brought to the administration of any form of government. — Don Marquis

'Swallow Me Whole' is still the creation that's closest to my heart. — Nate Powell

I don't want to marry her, I just want to have a nice, civilized dinner with her."
"Then bounce on her," Seth finished.
"Christ. He gets that from you," Philip accused Cam.
"He came that way," Cam wrapped an arm around Seth's neck. "Didn't you, brat?"
The panic didn't come now, as it used to whenever Seth was touched or held. Instead he wriggled and grinned. — Nora Roberts

The Year of Yes, I realize, has become a snowball rolling down a hill. Each yes rolls into the next into the next and the snowball is growing and growing and growing. Every yes changes something in me. Every yes is a bit more transformative. Every yes sparks some new phase of evolution. — Shonda Rhimes

When doctors describe pain as experiencing "discomfort," it's like saying Hiroshima experienced "urban renewal". — Dave Barry

As a lyricist, I'm really trying to raise my level of quality. — Nikki Sixx

The Bible is big in the religion, treating people as you want to be treated. — Jacqueline Woodson

He poured, properly this time, even a little heavy. The dark liquid looked black in the glass, and she had to restrain herself from gulping it. Fresh tobacco. Black currants. God, it was so good. She kept it in her mouth for a count of ten before she swallowed. If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine. She smelled wet hay from a tumbledown field in Tuscany in the early morning, after the sky turned light, but before the sun burned off the dew. It reminded her of somewhere else too, a place she'd never seen, let alone smelled - someplace green and unspoiled and far away, which she knew well even though she'd never been there, just as it knew her well. She felt its pull on her, as she always had. But for the moment she let its name escape her. — Lev Grossman