Grand Turk Quotes & Sayings

Would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk's whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all! — Charlotte Bronte

I was looking for what the meaning of life was. — Shakti Gawain

So I think that I can say, as the President of Poland, we're proud that I am coming from Poland, which is different and what's more important, much better than before. — Aleksander Kwasniewski

The government here is entirely in the hands of the army. The Grand Signor [Ottoman Sultan], with all his absolute power, is as much a slave as any of his subjects, and trembles at a janissary's frown. — Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Some syllables are swords. — Henry Vaughan

How are you feeling?"
"Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater."
-Clary & Simon, pg.297- — Cassandra Clare

I told you," Molly said, never looking toward me. "It's in the past. Leave it there."
"You listening to my head, kiddo?"
Her mouth twitched. "Only when I want to hear the roar of the ocean. — Jim Butcher

Human nature at times is unfortunately very ugly and I learned the world can be a very ugly place. For as much beauty there is, there's just as much brutality and violence and ugliness. — Gerard Way

It was trying to make my tennis game look mildly respectable, which I found you don't even really need to practice if you have a really good editor. They can edit it and you're like, "Hey, it looks like I'm playing really well." That was the fun part, but it was like going to summer camp. — Paul Reiser

We are all running toward something, girl. Life or death, and eventually we learn that all roads lead to death. — Sarah Felix Burns

But the third Emir, now seeing himself all alone on the quarter-deck, seems to feel relieved from some curious restraint; for, tipping all sorts of knowing winks in all sorts of directions, and kicking off his shoes, he strikes into a sharp but noiseless squall of a hornpipe right over the Grand Turk's head; and then, by a dexterous sleight, pitching his cap up into the mizentop for a shelf, he goes down rollicking so far at least as he remains visible from the deck, reversing all other processions, by bringing up the rear with music. But ere stepping into the cabin doorway below, he pauses, ships a new face altogether, and, then, independent, hilarious little Flask enters King Ahab's presence, in the character of Abjectus, or the Slave. — Herman Melville

I don't believe that jazz will ever really die. It's a nice way to express yourself. — Chet Baker

I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing. — Kiersten White

I have to do it, she thought, sitting in the red sunlight. There is a puzzle here - something to be solved. What was it Kelsier liked to say?
There's always another secret. — Brandon Sanderson

Omally, as ever, slept the sleep of the just, which was quite unjust of him, considering he had no right to do it. — Robert Rankin

My feelings for Ellen overrode all of my fear about being out as a lesbian. I had to be with her, and I just figured I'd deal with the other stuff later. — Portia De Rossi

A good voice isn't so important. It's more important to sound really unique. — Stephen Malkmus

The rich fruit of spontaneity grows in the garden that is well tended by the discipline of schedule. — John Piper

Swaggering in the coffee-houses and ruffling it in the streets were the men who had sailed with Frobisher and Drake and Sir Humphrey Gilbert, Hawkins, and Sir Richard Granville; had perhaps witnessed the heroic death of Sir Philip Sidney, at Zutphen; had served with Raleigh in Anjou, Picardy, Languedoc, in the Netherlands, in the Irish civil war; had taken part in the dispersion of the Spanish Armada, and in the bombardment of Cadiz; had filled their cups to the union of Scotland with England; had suffered shipwreck on the Barbary Coast, or had, by the fortune of war, felt the grip of the Spanish Inquisition; who could tell tales of the marvels seen in new-found America and the Indies, and, perhaps, like Captain John Smith, could mingle stories of the naive simplicity of the natives beyond the Atlantic, with charming narratives of the wars in Hungary, the beauties of the seraglio of the Grand Turk, and the barbaric pomp of the Khan of Tartary. — William Shakespeare