Erasmia Primary Quotes & Sayings

Mandela has played a crucial part in history. He's done some extraordinary things, not only for his country but also for the whole world. — Zinedine Zidane

But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand. — Marcel Proust

He wrote, You're being crazy. You're going to catch a cold.
I already have a cold.
You are going to catch a colder.
I could not believe he was making a joke. And I could not believe I laughed. — Jonathan Safran Foer

There are no words in that fleeting moment between hope and the knowledge. There is no way to express how a heart can burst and break at the same time, how the sun can cut through the darkness but will case shadows everywhere. — Marieke Nijkamp

To have good soldiers, a nation must always be at war. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Yep. They're real. You really can sign on as a mystery — Julia Kent

Sometimes it is not just good enough to see what you can do, what your degree can do, your make-up, designer wardrobes, not what republicans or Democrats can do or what people can do but it is far much better to see what God can do. — Patience Johnson

Eddie was intensely dedicated too. Adrian sometimes called him mini-Dimitri — Richelle Mead

It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas. 102 — Joseph Joubert

New lesson class ... most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword.this change is perfectly normal, and will happen to you RIGHT NOW if you don't BACK OFF! ... CLASS DISMISSED! — Rick Riordan

The only distinction between freedom and slavery consists in this: In the former state a man is governed by the laws to which he has given his consent, either in person or by his representative; in the latter, he is governed by the will of another. In the one case, his life and property are his own; in the other, they depend upon the pleasure of his master. It is easy to discern which of these two states is preferable. — Alexander Hamilton

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. — George R R Martin