Forlornly Illustration Quotes & Sayings

She would follow him, and if he made a move to hurt her, she promised herself he would long regret it. At least she would try to make him long regret it. Of course, the worst thing she could probably manage would be to bleed on him. Fine revenge, that. (Serenity) — Kinley MacGregor

I think for kids it's the most important part of the game. You have to be able to skate forward and backward, stop and start, go from side to side. Those are the basics of the game. — Bobby Hull

He who eats in idleness that which he himself has not earned, steals it; and a capitalist whom the state pays for doing nothing differs little in my eyes from a brigand, who lives at the expense of passers-by. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films. — Brigitte Bardot

May I know your name, sir?"
The smile rearranged his face under the terrible scars. "Nezahualcoyotl. Michel Nezahualcoyotl. Charmed. — Elizabeth Bear

Keep a diary, and someday it'll keep you. — Mae West

If that energy could have been channelled into anything more than noise, waste and pain it would have lighted up Indochina for a thousand years. — Michael Herr

Hadrian reeked of death. It wasn't the sort of stench others could smell or that water could wash, but it lingered on him like sweat-saturated pores after a long night of drinking. — Michael J. Sullivan

Don't ever think you are nothing. Somewhere along the line, there is going to be someone who thinks you are everything — M.H.S. Pourri

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask. — Agatha Christie

The Soul selects her own Society. — Emily Dickinson

I want her sunrise and her sunset. — Shey Stahl

When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times ... I learned very early in life that: 'Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend - without a song.' So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you. — Elvis Presley

Buck ambles out of the locker room with a towel draped across his bare shoulders and his hockey pants on, thank the Lord. The amount of fur he sports makes him resemble a matted yeti. — Helena Hunting