Gwaride La Quotes & Sayings

What I heard was but the melody of children at play, nothing but that, and so limpid was the air that within this vapor of blended voices, majestic and minute, remote and magically near, frank and divinely enigmatic - one could hear now and then, as if released, an almost articulate spurt of vivid laughter, or the crack of a bat, or the clatter of a toy wagon, but it was all really too far for the eye to distinguish any movement in the lightly etched streets. I stood listening to that musical vibration from my lofty slope, to those flashes of separate cries with a kind of demure murmur for background, and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord. — Vladimir Nabokov

There aren't any embarrassing questions - just embarrassing answers. — Carl T. Rowan

If you banish fear, nothing terribly bad can happen to you. — Margaret Bourke-White

I regard myself as being the final filter so everything that ends up in the movie is there because it's something that I think was cool. — Peter Jackson

Well with me now is Geoffrey Robinson. He was once voted 'After-dinner Speaker of the Year', so if you've had your tea, you're in for a treat — Eddie Mair

There are only two types of people in this world; people who hate clowns, and clowns. — D.J. MacHale

Grandpa?" Declan raised his eyebrows.
"We keep him in the shed out back," Jack said helpfully. "So he doesn't eat dog brains. — Ilona Andrews

Your own music comes out of your head and emotions, but it's not etched in your system. — Keith Jarrett

Aerial flight is one of that class of problems with which men will never have to cope. — Simon Newcomb

Among all the creatures of creation, the gods favor us: We are the only ones who can empathize with their problems. — David Eagleman

The young girl was named Christina, and she was dying. She knew that. Bone cancer. Leukemia. They called it first names like that, but she knew its last name was death. — David Duchovny

He was in a cage. He quickly rolled onto his back and stood, not checking to see how high the cage was. His skull made contact with the bars on top, knocking his gaze downward as he cursed out loud. And then he saw himself. He was wearing a flowing, puffy white shirt. Even more troubling was the fact that he also appeared to be wearing a pair of very tight leather pants. Very tight. Very leather. Simon looked down at himself and took it all in. The billows of the shirt. The deep, chest-exposing V. The tightness of the leather. "Why is it," he said after a moment, "that whenever I think I've found the most terrible thing that could happen to me, I'm always wrong." As — Cassandra Clare

You could say that all novels are spy novels and all novelists are spy masters. — Ian McEwan

It ain't a mistake to behave like a human being once in a while, — Larry McMurtry