Holcroft Park Quotes & Sayings

When my legs begin to move, the thoughts begin to flow. — Henry David Thoreau

Many people thought that, given my knowledge of the egg, I should analyse embryonic mutants. — John Sulston

The beauty of it is when you can just show up and hit the notes. — John Lone

Man usually sees what he is looking for; seldom what he is looking at. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

I will always try to live. — Holly Bourne

There's no downside to having too much experience. — Barry Levinson

The reason I love kids so much is because they're so honest, so you know right away if they like you or they don't. — Colin Egglesfield

Home is where you hang your architect. — Clare Boothe Luce

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you ... I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not."
"I'm happy with you."
She heard the smile in his voice this time. "So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?"
"I'm considering it," she said. And she was. — Rachel Caine

I am almost inclined to coin a word and call the appearance fluorescence, from fluor-spar, as the analogous term opalescence is derived from the name of a mineral. — George Stokes

I brought soup just in case you changed your mind. Are the pains easing up at all?" He manfully kept the hopeful note out of his tone.
"All the activity must have set them off. They seem to be getting farther apart, and they're shorter in duration. From all the research I've done, that means false labor."
He felt like a man given a reprieve right before a death sentence, but he kept his features expressionless. He wanted her to count on him, and she couldn't do that if she knew he was petrified of delivering a baby.
"Will you try to eat something?" He walked farther into the room and set the tray on the end table. "It might help."
She flashed him a
smile that told him he didn't know what he was talking about, but she picked up the bowl of soup and spoon, sank down in the middle of the bed, tailor fashion, her back against the headboard, and regarded him steadily. — Christine Feehan