Guichen Armored Quotes & Sayings

I can't write five words but that I change seven. — Dorothy Parker

I write in the morning from about eight till noon, and sometimes again a bit in the afternoon. In the morning I start off by going over what I had done the previous day, which my wife has happily typed up for me. — Gene Hackman

Some websites accepted each quote we create — Ernest Hemingway,

Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city in the country. — Charles Baudelaire

Originally, each human being is a complete and perfect existence. At the same time, we are each living within the one great, large-scale perfection. — Masami Saionji

Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn. — Gregory J. Saunders

When someone has the desire to go to school and has the ability but can't get into our schools, that's wrong. Education drives the economy and the quality of life. — Jack Miller

Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence. — Maya Angelou

But of course people were different, she remembered; they were allowed to be different. — Meg Wolitzer

When people in positions of trust mislead us - either recklessly, negligently or intentionally - that impacts the republic. — Trey Gowdy

I was breaking down, wanting to fade away and cry, yet I feared ever being invisible again. My head lowered to conceal my humiliation behind a curtain of hair where I trembled as if sobbing.
"Hey, Gwen, it's okay. It's okay. Calm down."
I yearned to feel Daniel's soft touch meet my temple and then trace along my ear, brushing back the hairs from my face. What I wanted was the comfort his caress always afforded me. He moved as if he would grant my wish, realizing at the last moment that neither of us possessed the power to touch the other.
"Your hair, Gwen."
I refused to do what he wanted. I didn't care for him to see the shame plainly visible in my features. But the next thing I knew, his blue eyes were staring up at me from the ground, a glare reflecting off his glasses. The guy had dropped his books to fall over for a clear view of my face. His desperation made me laugh.
"It's going to be okay, Gwen, I promise."
- from "Phantom's Veil — Richelle E. Goodrich