Graeme Garden Quotes & Sayings

Good luck, boss. Don't let'em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack) — Rick Riordan

The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the way open to him
forbid him not.
If the sounds of his steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.
Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him. — Rabindranath Tagore

If one student is unable to get online, it cripples that student's team and puts the whole course in jeopardy. — John Gallagher Jr.

Really. I'm a firm believer in new beginnings. Looking back all the time... It really starts to hurt your neck." He shrugs carelessly. "If you don't want to be defined by your past, you shouldn't have to be. — Karole Cozzo

aphorism 90:

I am incorrigible. I would have every object of the universe mechanically predictable but myself. — Matt Berry

Gary would become my first perfect score - a 40 out of 40 on the Psychopathy Checklist, one of only a handful that I would find in the next twenty years. — Kent A. Kiehl

Change is inevitable. Change is constant. — Benjamin Disraeli

The ideal we serve and strive to attain could never be evolved from us were it not potentially involved in our nature. — Neville Goddard

Seriously? God loves me? After all I've done? — Annie Lobert

The book was not new. Dates were stamped on the front endpaper, in and out dates. A rent book. A lending library of elaborate smut.
I rewrapped the book and locked it up behind the seat. A racket like that, out in the open on the boulevard, seemed to mean plenty of protection. I sat there and poisoned myself with cigarette smoke and listened to the rain and thought about it. — Raymond Chandler

The 'frankness' of people sunk below shame is a very cheap frankness. — C.S. Lewis