Hmmm Cant Reach Quotes & Sayings

My books happen. They tend to blast in from nowhere, seize me by the throat, and howl 'Write me! Write me now!' But they rarely stand still long enough for me to see what and who they are, before they hurtle away again. And so I spend a lot of time running after them, like a thrown rider after an escaped horse, saying 'Wait for me! Wait for me!' and waving my notebook in the air. — Robin McKinley

You don't think happy endings are stupid anymore?"
"Your question is irrelevant," Imogen said. "This isn't the end. — Scott Westerfeld

The real comfort was to have one's sins and weaknesses not explained away but understood and shared. John's identification of himself with Michael in so much was what he needed. He found strength in it ... It struck him that it can be as much by our weakness as by our virtue that we can serve each other — Elizabeth Goudge

The content of a thought depends on its external relations; on the way that the thought is related to the world, not on the way that it is related to other thoughts. — Jerry Fodor

The problem is that we have allowed our egos, the part of us which believes that we are separate from God and separate from each other, to dominate our lives. — Wayne Dyer

We are willing to form an army like every independent country though we are still under occupation. — Khaled Mashal

August. The lines are the shortest, though. — Steven Rubenstein

Something dropped from above the door onto the nurse, something lunged at her from the floor, and amidst the screaming - lots of it comparing the twins to satanic imps escaped from hell - Melanie laughed. "There's my good boys. Come see Mama. — Eve Langlais

Liz?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why do you care about me?"
The question seems to startle me. It's uncharacteristic for Richie, who is usually so cool and self-assured. I open my eyes. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Because I don't understand. We're so different."
I reach around the side of his face. Once again, I wipe fresh beads of sweat from his forehead. This time, I don't even bother wiping my hands on my pants. I lace my fingers into his again, and the two of us lie together, his damp clamminess seeping onto my made up face and my pretty clothes. Obviously, I couldn't care less.
"But we fit," I whisper. "Like this." And I tighten my grip around him.
"Mmm." He smiles, his eyes still closed.
"You're right. We do."
"Richie ... I'm lying. I don't like you."
"You don't?" His voice cracks.
"No." I bring my lips close to his ear. "I love you Richie Wilson. — Jessica Warman

You can ask anybody in the room. My numbers are the worst in here but I'm still a jerk to everybody, yelling at everybody, getting them going. Once I get it back, then I'll be even worse to the guys. — Billy Koch

War is the mass murder of workers. When workers refuse to obey the calls of their governments, there will be no more war. — Keir Hardie

For all our failings. Despite our limitations fallibilities. We humans are capable of greatness — Carl Sagen