Fumigatus In Blood Quotes & Sayings

Wait!"
What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup.
You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee."
Cup coffee?"
Taste it."
What? Are you the coffee police or something? — Justina Chen

There must be 50 ways to leave your lover. — Paul Simon

Naturally, when life's lessons knock at the door of our life, happiness can be momentarily obscured. — Michael Beckwith

When you get older, unless you're a huge star, the parts become less and the competition becomes greater. Because the guys left standing are the best. — Peter Riegert

A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers. — Gwendolyn Brooks

Can you answer who you are, without thinking of what someone else might think of this answer? — D

There are a lot of bad films out there. There's a lot of bad architecture out there, and I think sometimes it takes a lot of time to begin to see what's really good. And I think what the test seems to be is, what really sticks with you. And what really becomes a part of your life. — Nathaniel Kahn

Augustine's final verdict on the philosophers of Greece
and Rome was that, although they had made various mistakes, "nature itself has not permitted them to wander too far from the path of truth" in their judgments about the supreme good (De Civitate Dei 19.1). — Alasdair MacIntyre

In that brief kiss, Arthur's demigod had abandoned him. — Jonathan Dunne

Now she could look back down the long years and see herself in green flowered dimity, standing in the sunshine at Tara, thrilled by the young horseman with his blond hair shining like a silver helmet. She could see so clearly now that he was only a childish fancy, no more important really than her spoiled desire for the aquamarine earbobs she had coaxed out of Gerald. For, once she owned the earbobs, they had lost their value, as everything except money lost its value once it was hers. And so he, too, would have become cheap if, in those first far-away days, she had ever had the satisfaction of refusing to marry him. If she had ever had him at her mercy, seen him grown passionate, importunate, jealous, sulky, pleading, like the other boys, the wild infatuation which had possessed her would have passed, blowing away as lightly as mist before sunshine and light wind when she met a new man. — Margaret Mitchell