Febrile Neutropenia Quotes & Sayings

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn't true. — Sara Sheridan

Edit more, my mantra. — Sarah Honenberger

That sort doesn't like to admit she's been reduced to stealing food, thought the cook. Poor soul! It's only a few apples. Lord, if you're watching, those apples are freely given. You don't hold them against her soul. (The cook was in the habit of lecturing the Lord, whom she considered a colleague.) — T. Kingfisher

WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK????
TIME!
CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY. — Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier

We have managed to make the celebration of diversity our mode of resistance. — Vandana Shiva

I listen, and it's Taylor explaining to Martin that she wasn't necessarily trying to get a gap between her thighs, but it's her metabolism, and she didn't even realize that some girls try to get the gap on purpose. Martin nods and scratches his head and looks bored. "She can't help her metabolism, Simon," Abby says. "Apparently not," Taylor may be an undercover, bully-fighting ninja, but she's still kind of awful. — Becky Albertalli

Love is a state that I would like to exist in continuously. — Nick Cave

The sky should be the limit for
you right now, angel. — Amelia C. Gormley

The spirit of the times may alter, will alter. Our rulers will become corrupt, our people careless ... From the conclusion of this war we shall be going downhill. It will not then be necessary to resort every moment to the people for support. They will be forgotten, therefore, and their rights disregarded. They will forget themselves, but in the sole faculty of making money, and will never think of uniting to affect a due respect for their rights. The shackles, therefore, will be made heavier and heavier, till our rights shall revive or expire in a convulsion. — Thomas Jefferson

Reagan's half a disciple of Benjamin Franklin. He believes in early to bed. — Lyn Nofziger