Fourmidable Property Quotes & Sayings

You're the one thing I want the most in the world yet the one thing I cannot have. Because to have you completely would be impossible. You can't go where I walk. — Abbi Glines

It's all very well to put the government in the hands of the perfect man, but what do you do when the perfect man gets a bellyache? — David Eddings

You have to adjust to where you are but the French are all together - the guys and the women. It's good. — Amelie Mauresmo

Brains and hard work are of very little avail, Jenkins, unless you know the right people. — Anthony Powell

His can of pepper spray was bigger than my can of pepper spray. — Janet Evanovich

called The Flying Haldemans: Pity the Poor Private Pilot. — Ashlee Vance

I love being toned and having muscle; it's so sexy and beautiful. And I owe it 100 percent to yoga. — Kaley Cuoco

Hospitals are only an intermediate stage of civilization, never intended ... to take in the whole sick population. May we hope that the day will come ... when every poor sick person will have the opportunity of a share in a district sick-nurse at home. — Florence Nightingale

Leslie was more than his friend. She was his other, more exciting self - his way to Terabithia and all the worlds beyond. — Katherine Paterson

If you can't change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world? — Pat Murphy

This landscape of abomination is in a state of flux. Gilles now sees that the trunks are covered in frightful tumours and goitres. He observes exostosis and ulcers, pustulent sores the size of rocks, tubercular chancres, atrocious caries. It is a vegetal leper house, an aboreal venereal clinic in which, at a turn in the path, there stands a copper beech.
And as he stands beneath those crimson leaves, he feels that he is being drenched in a shower of blood; and imagining that a wood nymph lives under the bark, he becomes enraged; he wants to fumble in the flesh of a goddess, massacre the Dryad, violate her in a place unknown to the follies of men. — Joris-Karl Huysmans

The Librarian looked at his charges approvingly, made his last rounds of the slumbering shelves, and then dragged his blanket underneath his desk, ate a goodnight banana, and fell asleep. — Terry Pratchett