Harbridge And Cross Quotes & Sayings

The press may hate me, and I know my battles with them are not over, but that doesn't matter. — Michel Houellebecq

What will the last syllable of recorded time be, and who will be the one to write it? No matter how long we live, we still wonder when our world will end and how. — Thea Harrison

It doesn't take Warren Buffett to realize that when companies don't know what new rules will look like, it affects their ability to commit capital and create new jobs. — John Sununu

I used to cheerlead in high school, and I had the biggest crush on one of my teammates' brothers. I was a great tumbler, so when he showed up at practice one day, I tried to impress him, but I ended up landing on my face! When I got off the ground, I had rug burn on my nose. I was in tears because it hurt so bad! — Josie Loren

Only time conquers time and its burdens. — Dean Koontz

A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it. — Anais Nin

But we have other lives, I think, I hope,' she murmured. 'We live in others, ... We live in things. — Virginia Woolf

I really don't have that much interest in stardom. — Tom Verlaine

I can't imagine an argument that says that raising marginal tax rates on high income people, many of whom are business owners, is a recipe for economic growth. — Glenn Hubbard

Its treasures, as I love them, are imprinted in my memory; and if they are wrongly memorized
a lily where there are tulips, the boy's torn hat rakish at the wrong angle
then this only makes the pictures more mine. — Claire Messud

I feel connected to whatever is out there. — Michelle Branch

You know that a plan was dreamed up by politicians and pollsters - and not by, oh, anyone who knows what they are talking about - when the numbers are nice and round with a catchy ring to them ... — Jerry Taylor

T is sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels,
By blood or ink; 't is sweet to put an end
To strife; 't is sometimes sweet to have our quarrels,
Particularly with a tiresome friend:
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels;
Dear is the helpless creature we defend
Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot
We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all,
Is first and passionate Love - it stands alone,
Like Adam's recollection of his fall;
The Tree of Knowledge has been plucked - all 's known
And Life yields nothing further to recall
Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown,
No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven
Fire which Prometheus filched for us from Heaven. — George Gordon Byron

I doubt that America will come to Europe again. You'll be on your own against militant Islam. — Orson Scott Card

Relieved and overjoyed, I felt kind of like a five-year-old, too. I felt like a lamb that's found its way home again, or the small child each of us secretly hides at heart. — Rose Christo