Expands Upon Freezing Quotes & Sayings

I always have a pad of paper and a pencil within reach, to catch on the wing this turn of phrase which strikes me as felicitous, that idea which I hope to be able to examine more closely in the light of day. — Roger Martin

Be believing, be happy, don't get discouraged. Things will work out. — Gordon B. Hinckley

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams? — Terry Pratchett

From such trivia, I believe my soul was born. — Charlie Chaplin

The darkness gets bigger; it's pushing at the edges of my skull, clouding my vision. I grab Evie by the hand and start to drag her inside. She protests vociferously. — Paula Hawkins

I struggled with feeling confident for a long time, but I think it's important to be strong and not compromise for anyone or a relationship - I'm drawn to that. — Hunter Hayes

All my playmates were black. I lived in a little community called Archery (ph) in a rural area. And I didn't have any white neighbors at all. So all my kids with whom I fought and wrestled and went fishing and worked in the field and so forth were African-Americans. And that was my life. So when I got to be school age, we had to separate during the daytime, but I always felt like I was in an alien environment when I was in Plains, Georgia with white kids. I was eager to get back where I belonged with my black playmates. — Jimmy Carter

Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She's pretty, and she smells nice. — Carrie Ann Ryan

The rights which a man arrogates to himself are relative to the duties which he sets himself, and to the tasks which he feels capable of performing. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Mary Beth considered the matter for a long time, and then explained in her simple straightforward manner that the future wasn't predetermined, it was merely predictable. — Anne Rice

My answers have been prayered. — Melanie Marquez

History is not just a tale of men's making, but is a thing tied to the land. We call a hill by the name of a hero who died there, or name a river after a princess who fled beside its banks, and when the old names vanish, the stories go with them and the new names carry no reminder of the past. — Bernard Cornwell

That is why the better part of our memories exists outside us, in a blatter of rain, in the smell of an unaired room or of the first crackling brushwood fire in a cold grate: wherever, in short, we happen upon what our mind, having no use for it, had rejected, the last treasure that the past has in store, the richest, that which, when all our flow of tears seems to have dried at the source, can make us weep again. — Marcel Proust

I met an angel in Morocco and all I got were these lousy scars. — Laini Taylor