Girl 1998 Quotes & Sayings

LARKIN WATCHED Pike leaving, and in the moment he stepped outside, he was framed in the open door of their Echo Park house like a picture in a magazine, frozen in time and space. A big man, but not a giant. More average in size than not. With the sleeves covering his arms, and his face turned away, he seemed heartbreakingly normal, which made her love him even more. A superman risked nothing, but an average man risked everything. — Robert Crais

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love. — H.L. Mencken

George!' [Horace] said, the relief evident in his voice. 'Are you all right?'
'No! I am not!' George replied with considerable spirit. 'I have a whacking great arrow stuck through my arm and it hurts like the very dickens! How could anybody be all right in those circumstances?' ...
'You saved my life, George,' Horace said gently ...
George grimaced. 'Well, if I'd known it was going to hurt like this, I wouldn't have! I would have just let them shoot you! Why do you live this way?' he demanded in a high-pitched voice. 'How can you bear it? This sort of thing is very, very painful. I always suspected that warriors are crazy. Now I know. — John Flanagan

When you approach every job enthusiastically in a spirit of friendly cooperation, you distinguish yourself from the vast majority of people. — Napoleon Hill

Who has never killed an hour? ... — Mark Z. Danielewski

Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing fireworks inside him. — Virginia Woolf

If you want to be a conduit for God's grace, you don't have to be lined with gold. Copper will do. — John Piper

With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore. — Hunter S. Jones

Like the early days of the Internet, the dawn of personal genomics promises benefits and pitfalls that no one can foresee. — Steven Pinker

But no matter what my eyes report, there is beauty that lives under the skin, under the surface, under the standards set up for me by outside arbiters of what is good and true. Those arbiters are not always so reliable. They can be bought and sold. They can be marketed and manufactured. The real standards, the ones set forth by the One who made me, are solid, knitted into me at my beginning. This beauty is true and real, and it lives within the heart. It is my heart that must be trained to recognize this beauty. — Angela Doll Carlson

I have often argued that a poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child. I begin to suspect that there may be some truth in it. — H.L. Mencken