Goudas Hockey Quotes & Sayings

My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy. — W.S. Merwin

Okay, Kate, first of all, you're touching me," Vincent said for the room to hear. "So I'm not a ghost."
"And we're not true zombies," Charles said with a grin, "or he would have already eaten your face off. — Amy Plum

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs. — David Mitchell

In Dreams ... well, I was slightly overcompensating with that. I was a bit like a director for hire, so maybe I was putting too much imagery that was familiar to me into it. — Neil Jordan

Strikers are egotists, selfish. We have to be. — Romario

The voice of the heart is much stronger than all the other sounds and words spoken without feelings — Ekamdeep Singh

He had a thwarting day. The heath and moor were crisscrossed with little tracks, dusty and twisting between the heather and bracken and the little juniper trees with their clinging roots. There was not one way but many, all athwart each other like the cracks on a crazy jug, and he followed first one and then the other, choosing the straightest and stoniest and finding himself always under the hot-sun at another crossing just like the one he had just left. After a time he decided to got with the sun behind him always
at least this led to consistency of proceeding
though it must be told that when he decided this he had only the haziest idea, dear readers, of where the sun had been at the beginning of the venture. So it often is in this life. We become consistent and orderly too late, on insufficient grounds, and perhaps in the wrong direction.
Possession — A.S. Byatt

I hope to do multiple characters throughout my life that are separate from me. I think it's a cop-out if you play yourself in everything. — Kat Graham

It's always the same - all men and women want to be sexy. — Stefano Gabbana

Count not the cost of honour to the dead!The tribute that a mighty nation paysTo those who loved her well in former daysMeans more than gratitude for glories fled;For every noble man that she hath bred,Lives in the bronze and marble that we raise,Immortalised by art's immortal praise,To lead our sons as he our fathers led. — Henry Van Dyke