Heuring Breuer Quotes & Sayings

It's funny: one starts off thinking one is shrinkingly sensitive & intelligent & always one down & all the rest of it: then at thirty one finds one is a great clumping brute, incapable of appreciating anything finer than a kiss or a kick, roaring our one's hypocrisies at the top of one's voice, thick skinned as a rhino. At least I do. — Philip Larkin

I don't plot the books out ahead of time, I don't plan them. I don't begin at the beginning and end at the end. I don't work with an outline and I don't work in a straight line. — Diana Gabaldon

Treat your old parents as you would like to be treated by your children later. — Jose Rizal

This was weird. The thing that could have driven two friends instantly apart was actually drawing them closer together. — Lauren Kate

Paul and I, we never thought that we would make much money out of the thing. We just loved writing software. — Bill Gates

If we lose the forests, we lose our only teachers. — Bill Mollison

I say, 'I write romance, women's fiction, chick lit.' I think it all fits very comfortably under the same umbrella. Basically, I write books for women - books about relationships: books that make you laugh and sometimes make you cry a little. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

O my Savior ... teach me to pray; implant in me all the dispositions needful for the prayer of the Holy Spirit ... Of what use is my prayer if the Holy Spirit does not pray with me? Come, Holy Spirit, come to dwell and work with me! Take possession of my understanding and of my will; govern my actions not only at the moment of prayer but at every moment. — Jean Grou

They're not gay people. They're people. It's pretty darn simple. — Cara Dee

There are certain people who prize celebrity over substance. That makes the media world go round. The media needs those people to exist. — Cate Blanchett

There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief ... is the weight of a sleeping child. — Anne Michaels