Helvia Cardinalis Quotes & Sayings

It would be nice to believe that love should be dished out in a fair way so that everyone got some. But that wasn't how it was going to be for me. — Margaret Atwood

If you had tried to have sex with me Julia, you would still be feeling me inside of you. — K.C. Lynn

Perhaps the war is never won," Pierce said. "We must simply find satisfaction in survival. — Keith Baker

I can't try to throw 110 miles per hour. I've got to pitch under control. — Jeremy Bonderman

As one sees a river pass into the ocean, lose itself in it, its water for a time distinguished from that of the sea, till it gradually becomes transformed into the same sea, and possesses all its qualities; so was my soul lost in God, who communicated to it His qualities, having drawn it out of all that it had of its own. Its life is an inconceivable innocence, not known or comprehended of those who are still shut up in themselves or only live for themselves. — Jeanne Marie Bouvier De La Motte Guyon

For who expects nothing, all that comes is grateful — Fernando Pessoa

Thankfully I have a fan base that wants to see me, so I really enjoy creating music that is different. — Nick Carter

The key is to cut out the middleman and empower both doctor and patient with information about what things cost. — Ben Carson

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy