Hiding Place Chapter 14 Quotes & Sayings

[ ... ] to catch those unrecorded gestures, those unsaid or half-said words, which form themselves, no more palpably than the shows of moths on the ceiling, when women are alone, unlit by the capricious and coloured light of the other sex. — Virginia Woolf

I can't stand politicians who wear God on their sleeves. — Tony Blair

Blue thought about what Gansey had said, about being wealthy in love. And she thought about Adam, still collapsed on their sofa downstairs. If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him? — Maggie Stiefvater

The James Carville "herd of cows" quote is a fabrication, posted on the website thinkexist by someone going by thisoneworks. It has no attribution. Just another conservative propagandistic fabrication as far as I can tell. — James Carville

I think people, especially the press, like to pick on children of famous people and I think that's awful. Things get made up. It's so, so sad. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it as a 16-year-old. You're like ... 'Why? What did I do?' — Dakota Johnson

He felt like a baked bean in a can, soaring through the air on a downward turn of a parabolic arc... — A. Ashley Straker

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless. — F Scott Fitzgerald

She knew again the delicious little frisson of fear that came with walking the edge of something she knew better than to cross. She had forgotten what this was like. How a man could heighten every moment, remind you of the point of possessing sight and smell, let alone skin and nerve endings and a heart. That a man could so easily make your heart sing like a bloody lark or plummet like a stone. — Julie Anne Long