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Formless Card Quotes By Ian Kershaw

Our enemies are small worms,' he told his generals. 'I saw them in Munich. — Ian Kershaw

Formless Card Quotes By Aurelio Voltaire

A noise came from the phone that resembled the sound of a howler monkey having an ice cube inserted into its rectum — Aurelio Voltaire

Formless Card Quotes By Sherrilyn Kenyon

This one's easy to use. The pointy end goes into their body. (Liza) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Formless Card Quotes By Anthony Liccione

The only walls that talk, are the white ones. — Anthony Liccione

Formless Card Quotes By David Levithan

Love, n.

I'm not going to even try. — David Levithan

Formless Card Quotes By Geoffrey Chaucer

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. — Geoffrey Chaucer

Formless Card Quotes By Diane Chamberlain

He looked through the bars thoughtfully, then back at me. "I'll never forget how she went to you after Lois's funeral that day," he said. "She's a very intuitive little girl, and that moment told me something about you."
"It did?" I asked.
He nodded. "It told me you're someone worth fighting for," he said. — Diane Chamberlain

Formless Card Quotes By John De Ruiter

Whatever you have awakened to, you belong to. — John De Ruiter

Formless Card Quotes By Andrew Ross Sorkin

Tiptoeing on a tightrope past insider trading laws may be deft and clever, but it doesn't make it right. — Andrew Ross Sorkin

Formless Card Quotes By Marc Auge

Don't we all have a certain number of images that stay around in our head, which we undoubtedly call memories and improperly so, and which we can never get rid of because they return in our sky with the regularity of a comet - torn away also from a world about which we know almost nothing? They return more frequently than comets do, in fact. It would be better, then, to speak of them as loyal satellites, a bit capricious and therefore even troublesome: they appear, disappear, suddenly come back to badger our memory at night when we cannot sleep. But, little as we may care to, as our hearts tell us to, we can also observe them at will, coldly, scrutinize their shadows, colors, and relief. Only, they are dead stars: from them we shall never grasp anything other than the certainty that we have already seen them, examined them, questioned them without really understanding the laws that the line of their mysterious orbits obeyed. — Marc Auge