Highwoods Property Quotes & Sayings

I love having written. Sometimes I love writing. I love to revise. Revising is my favorite part of writing. — Gail Carson Levine

Memory is the binding foam of our mental life. — Abhijit Naskar

A little more and I would have fallen into the mirror trap. I avoided it, but only to fall into the window trap: with nothing to do, my arms dangling, I go over to the window. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Allison, how you live your life is up to you. I can only give you the skills you need to survive. But eventually, you will have to make your own decisions, come to your own terms about what you are. You are Vampire, but what kind of monster you become is out of my hands. — Julie Kagawa

I feel like some sort of fiction-writing hobo, jumping trains and always hoping I'll find a good place to start a fire in the next town. And I keep having these panicky episodes where I corner my husband and rant at him: 'I don't have anywhere to write! I can't write! I don't have a place to write!' — Rainbow Rowell

The most important factor for the development of the individual is the structure and the values of the society into which he was born. — Erich Fromm

I got lucky because I never gave up the search. Are you quitting too soon? Or are you willing to pursue luck with a vengeance? — Jill Konrath

Faith is one of those words that connotes, however irrationally, some kind of virtue in itself. — Louis J. Halle

In high school, in sport, I had a coach who told me I was much better than I thought I was, and would make me do more in a positive sense. He was the first person who taught me not to be afraid of failure. — Mike Krzyzewski

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living. — Haruki Murakami

A lot of people insisted on a wall between modern dance and ballet. I'm beginning to think that walls are very unhealthy things. — Twyla Tharp

When a man plans, a woman laughs. — David Wong

When he thought of her, he could call up a vivid picture of her to himself, especially the charm of that little fair head, so freely set on the shapely girlish shoulders, and so full of childish brightness and good humor. The childishness of her expression, together with the delicate beauty of her figure, made up her special charm, and that he fully realised. But what always struck him in her as something unlooked for, was the expression of her eyes, soft, serene, and truthful, and above all, her smile, which always transported Levin to an enchanted world, where he felt himself softened and tender, as he remembered himself in some days of his early childhood. — Leo Tolstoy