Exemplary Def Quotes & Sayings

It is preferable not to travel with a dead man. — Henri Michaux

Everybody looks at their poop. — Oprah Winfrey

What other man, ever again, would just do as she commanded, no questions asked? She felt overwhelmed with love and loss and nostalgia for this bond that was not even yet in her past, — Barbara Kingsolver

We knew that if we had to win the World Cup, the defensive side of the game had to be better, which means bowlers will have to bowl tight and we will have to field better. — Ricky Ponting

I love to crunch numbers. I look at how many fairways I hit, how many greens I hit. I plan my way around the golf course. — Annika Sorenstam

Da, hes waiting for me to tell the two of you our news first, then he'll join me."
He cocked a dark brow at her. "And why would he not come to your mother and me first and ask permission to handfast with you, as is the honorable thing to do?"
She cocked her own brow, mirroring his expression perfectly. "Because he's not stupid. Anyone with any sense would be scared of you two. But even scared to death, he wanted to come with me. I wouldn't let him. I knew I needed to talk to you alone first. — P.C. Cast

What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead. — Kate Atkinson

You may have had unfair things happen to you, but the depth of your pain is an indication of the height of your future. — Joel Osteen

It is no coincidence that the term "voice" has come to mean in modern usage much more than just the sound made by the vocal organs, but also the means by which we make our individual selves known, not only to others but to ourselves. For the connection between the self and language is inseparable: it is through language that the self becomes. — Karen Swallow Prior

Miracles happen when dreamers take action. — Toni Sorenson

Keep him alive," he whispered to the sky father. "Keep him strong and healthy. Keep him alive, for me to kill. — Conn Iggulden

There is, then, a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing on tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room. — Virginia Woolf