Farook Stationery Quotes & Sayings
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The morbid reflection of an ailing body, predicates a mending spirit. — Craig Smedley
The laws of circumstance are abolished by new circumstances. — Napoleon Bonaparte
People are people, and grief that is limited to those within a specific political boundary denies the humanity of others. — Robert Jensen
The empty highway behind looked like a stretching rubber band. — Edward Anderson
Chapter 3, The Dark Forest ... The sound of flowing water echoed in the distance and then the path converged upon a creek full of fast, rippling, white water cascading over brown and red colored rocks. Moss dangled across the pathway and swung back and forth as the trespassers moved under the green vegetation. Bright yellow fingers of sunlight attempted to filter through the dense tundra to touch the moist earth until finally, the appendages of light disappeared completely. "Come children, this way," called Mrs. Beetle leading her group over a moldy, moss-laden, wood bridge. — M.K. McDaniel
Nothing paralyzes quite like fear. — Christina Daley
It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud buzzing with a million stings. There, these six shall bleed. There, these six shall die, and like a plague shall spread the wings that carry the cloud till they consume the city, and with it, the strength that fuels all of your lives. Farewell, children of the new world, and may your deaths be swift. — Najeev Raj Nadarajah
The tennis wasn't really very much on my mind, so it wasn't like I was thinking about it all the time. — Steffi Graf
Being this sensitive, not demanding sex when I'm so tired, understanding me completely, is basically foreplay, long-range foreplay, because sleep is calling, but it still counts. — Kerry Heavens
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing. — Lord Byron