Fiegel Elementary Quotes & Sayings

Platonic love is platonic nonsense. — Samuel Richardson

She gave a shiver, and suddenly clutched her arms about her body. She spoke, Gascoigne thought, with an exhilarated fatigue, the kind that comes after the first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide. But addiction was not love; it could not be love. Gascoigne could not romanticize the purple shadows underneath her eyes, her wasted limbs, the dreamy disorientation with which she spoke; but even so, he thought, it was uncanny that opium's ruin could mirror love's raptures with such fidelity. — Eleanor Catton

Whoever said that a soft answer turneth away wroth had never worked in a bar. — Terry Pratchett

And where do I find a notary public?' the enchantress asked. 'Where? They don't grow on trees where I come from, and while I might be able to arrange that one did, it would take time I don't have to waste. — Megan Whalen Turner

I love being black in America, and especially being black in Hollywood. — Will Smith

We are striking it big in the electric light, better than my vivid imagination first conceived. Where this thing is going to stop Lord only knows. — Thomas A. Edison

Her attacker turned his head, angling for a better look down her dress. His grimy ear was just inches from her mouth. Within snapping distance. If she bit it hard enough, she might startle him into letting her go. She had all but made up her mind to do it, when she inhaled another mouthful of his rank sweat and paused. If her choices were putting her mouth on this repulsive beast or dying, she just might rather die. — Tessa Dare

Let go of all your hurt and be healed. — Lailah Gifty Akita

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul. — George Bernard Shaw

What failure ofimagination had caused me to forget that life was full of other possiblities, including the possibility that eventually I would fall in love again? — Nora Ephron

Here am I, sweating my brains out to introduce a really sensational incident into your dull and disreputable little police investigation, and you refuse to show a single spark of enthusiasm. — Dorothy L. Sayers

One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads - for Nature seems, very oddly, to have provided us with an inner light by which to judge of the novelist's integrity or disintegrity. Or perhaps it is rather that Nature, in her most irrational mood, has traced in invisible ink on the walls of the mind a premonition which these great artists confirm; a sketch which only needs to be held to the fire of genius to become visible. When one so exposes it and sees it come to life one exclaims in rapture, But this is what I have always felt and known and desired! And one boils over with excitement, and, shutting the book even with a kind of reverence as if it were something very precious, a stand-by to return to as long as one lives, one puts it back on the shelf [ ... ]. — Virginia Woolf