Elliots Party Quotes & Sayings

No one has the least regard for the man; with them all, he has been an object of avoidance, suspicion, and aversion; but the spark of life within him is curiously separable from himself now, and they have a deep interest in it, probably because it IS life, and they are living and must die. — Charles Dickens

Above all, mine is a love story. Unlike most love stories, this one involves chance, gravity, a dash of head trauma. It began with a coin toss. The coin came up tails. I was heads. Had it gone my way, there might not be a story at all. Just a chapter, or a sentence in a book whose greater theme had yet to be determined. Maybe this chapter would've had the faintest whisper of love about it. But maybe not. Sometimes, a girl needs to lose. — Gabrielle Zevin

Join a company of young men and women who have made a covenant by sacrifice to turn a nation through united massive fasting and prayer. — Lou Engle

Aah, God help us, how sleazy is it, and how has it come to this? a rented palace, a denial of the passage of time, a mogul on the black-diamond slopes of the IT sector thinks he's a rock star. — Thomas Pynchon

When I was 15, I thought there had to be a place like that in the world. I was sure that somewhere I'd run across the entrance that would take me to that other world." I — Haruki Murakami

I don't think there's enough of her left. — Rainbow Rowell

Jo Lane had in fact lived there for five years until she moved on. "Where did she go?" I asked innocently, not getting it. "I'm so sorry to be the one telling you this, but Jo passed last winter," the young nurse said. "She died," she added, probably because of my dazed look. — Cat Patrick

A satyagrahi exhausts all other means before he resorts to satyagraha. — Mahatma Gandhi

The object of war is victory; that of victory is conquest; and that of conquest preservation. — Charles De Secondat

You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love ... but I tell you this, something is coming, and we'd be fools to ignore it."
"When have I ever claimed not to be a fool? — Cassandra Clare

The truth is obtained like gold, not by letting it grow bigger, but by washing off from it everything that isn't gold — Leo Tolstoy