Harmolodics Quotes & Sayings

He took comfort from the warmth of her fur as he let sleep claim him at last. — Erin Hunter

Philip Larkin didn't write for several years before his life ended. And when he was asked why he didn't write, he said the muse deserted him. It sort of scared me. That's why I think I have no right to assume that some thought is going to come ... But I think, in my imagination, if it is it, there will probably be something else I'm interested in. — Paul Simon

Poverty, I realized, wasn't only a lack of financial resources; it was isolation from the kind of people that could help you make more of yourself. — Keith Ferrazzi

Roth pulled a second glove over the first and grabbed what looked like a video game remote. — Elizabeth Kolbert

One often reads that the 1950s was the golden age of Cuban music, but it was really one long phase, from 1937 to 1958, each year with its own splendour. — Ned Sublette

I should know better than to lie. But a lie is what they need to carry on, and if my deceit saves even one of them, it is worth the cost to my soul. — Victoria Aveyard

You cannot devote your life to an abstraction. Indeed, life shatters all abstractions in one way or another, including words such as "faith" or "belief". If God is not in the very fabric of existence for you, if you do not find Him (or miss Him!) in the details of your daily life, then religion is just one more way to commit spiritual suicide. — Christian Wiman

I have been lucky and have a tight relationship with my daughter even if I don't see her as much as I did before but it got me thinking about all different women's situations - and what there wouldn't be without us. — Lisa Maffia

And she tried to breathe. — Alison McGhee

Laith took off his boots and set them next to a tree. "We've been here since the dawn of time. We're no' going anywhere, Rhys. We're supposed to be protecting the humans, remember?"
"The humans doona want our protection. We sent our dragons away for them, and for what purpose? To hide who we are, to forget the fierce magic that runs through our veins? — Donna Grant