Gavrila Vorbe Quotes & Sayings

Be honest in every way and enjoy the peace that only a clear conscience can bring you. — Thomas Wolsey

Imagine jumping off a high building into a sea of marshmallows, then reaching out with a million arms to touch the entire world, while realizing that every emotion you've ever had is connected to every other emotion, and they're really one big emotion, like an emotion-whale that you can't completely see because you're up too close to notice anything other than a little bit of leathery emotion-whale skin. I — Brandon Sanderson

I have my welcome mat turned around backwards so when people leave they think they're going to a better place. — Stanley Victor Paskavich

You're playing competitive, and it's always better to play four competitive rounds than it is two because you sit there for a weekend and then you start all over again. — John Daly

He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12:07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on. — Patrick Ness

I am a queen" she observes. "It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile. — Philippa Gregory

If we are following Jesus--we will be fishers of men.
If we are not fishers of men--we are not following Jesus — Jocelyn Andersen

A fallen planet is no easy place to live.
Ya, but heaven is. — Cindy Woodsmall

You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight. — Jay-Z

Death makes life meaningless because verything we have ever striven for ceases when life does, and it makes life meaningful too, because its presence makes the little we have of it indispensable, every moment precious. — Karl Ove Knausgard

The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering. — Hayao Miyazaki

You lying sneak."
"All this time pretending to be a wolfblood's best friend, then spying on us."
"You don't understand. I did it to protect ya. When you secret gets out, i'll have the evidence to prove that you're not evil — Debbie Moon

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her. — Edith Wharton