Forsworn Centurions Quotes & Sayings

My typical morning involves some time on the treadmill, but obviously I skip that a lot. Mostly, I wake up, check my email, then get to work on the various interviews and questions and phone calls that come with being an author. — Karin Slaughter

Somebody asked me - you know, how come it took you so long to win a national championship? And I said, 'I'm a slow learner; but you notice when I learn something, I have it down pretty good.' — John Wooden

That kiss ... that kiss was exceptional, and I'll never forget it. As I stand here and as long as I live, it was the best I've ever had, the best I could ever have. — Lynetta Halat

That message is simple: When you come to one of the many moments in life when you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man's days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing. — Paul Kalanithi

And so an awful confusion begins to collect, forming a cloud that sits around an absence of hope. Desperate sensations. Can't breath. Panic. Just trying to catch my breath, but I can't breath. I hurt so much, and I'm so tired that I don't even want to breath the breath I'm gasping for. There is no more. This is the most. It's just pain, channeled in one direction, using you as its host. — Ashly Lorenzana

The serve was invented so that the net could play. — Bill Cosby

Your name or your body, what is dearer? Your body or your wealth, what is worthier? — Laozi

You are everywhere. In my head, in my dreams. You are who I want. You make me feel and I - sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't, but you make me feel and after twenty years, that alone is enough for me to want things. Unattainable things. With you. From you. — Avril Ashton

When our fingers touch a crackle of electricity passes between us. — Cathy Cassidy

And Peter Lake knew that these things were nothing in themselves but the means by which to remember those he had loved, and to remind him that the power of the love he had known was repeated a million times a million times over, from one soul to another--all worthy, all holy, none ever lost. He glided through the illusions that flashed bravely on the smoke, and he was touched very deeply by the will of things to live in the light. — Mark Helprin