Erayba Quotes & Sayings

Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands ... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do. — J.K. Rowling

If you're looking at people like Patrice Lumumba, you are looking at people who had a very definite plan, and events overran them. — Chiwetel Ejiofor

I'm keeping it," he said.
"Okay. But you have to give me something in return."
"What would you like? And please keep your requests above the neck. — Tiffany Reisz

Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip. — Ginger Rogers

When a philosopher, scientist, or psychologist discusses the discrepancy between the actual and the ideal, he or she attempts to convince us with the tools of discursive thought ... An artist does it differently ... their primary approach is different, even though both groups, if you will, are investigating the actual, the ideal, and the discrepancy in between. — Stephen Dobyns

Money is always transitively valued. More money is supposedly always better than less money. — Gregory Bateson

In bridge clubs and in councils of state, the passions are the same. — Mason Cooley

The louder he proclaims his honesty, the faster we count the silver. — Sue Grafton

May our eyes focus rightly on Christ ... before the need to please others, before church, and before the busyness of Christian life. Those things will surely have their place, but they will be most valuable if put in their proper position. — Traci LaRussa

The Puerto Ricans who come to our cities today have no place to roast pigs outdoors... — Jane Jacobs

If you lived with her, you must have been in love with her.'
'No. I wanted to be in love with her. It's not the same thing at all. — Nora Roberts

The fundamental mistake I had always made ... was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. (pg. 199) — John Green