Hornbeam Frans Quotes & Sayings

Time. Now here is a peculiar commodity, boy. The measurement of time. Best accomplished, obviously, with a watch. But, lacking a watch, a man may use instead the ebb and flow of light and dark. Lacking, however, a window through which to see such movement, the reliance must be devolved upon some inner mechanism of the mind. But if the mind has received a shock, the mechanism is disturbed, and time becomes as the ground is to a drunkard, variable. — Robert Harris

On all sides, as far as the eye could reach, rose the grass-covered heaps marking the site of ancient habitations. The great tide of civilisation had long since ebbed, leaving these scattered wrecks on the solitary shore. Are those waters to flow again, bearing back the seeds of knowledge and of wealth that they have wafted to the West? We wanderers were seeking what they had left behind, as children gather up the coloured shells on the deserted sands. At my feet there was a busy scene, making more lonely the unbroken solitude which reigned in the vast plain around, where the only thing having life or motion were the shadows of the lofty mounds as they lengthened before the declining sun. — Austen Henry Layard

Definitely an undead, but not as undead as a vampire. Perhaps she was just mostly undead. — Ilona Andrews

He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O'Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if Rhett had been the kind of guy to go down on Scarlett in a doorway. Which, let's be honest, he probably was. — Ruthie Knox

They had spoken once, but there is not need for speech if it is only a habit anyay. Kino sighed with satisfaction
and that was conversation. — John Steinbeck

On clear nights, when the stars were white on black instead of smoggy gray, we'd lie on the roof together and say cheesy things like, 'At least they can't charge us for moonlight.' Although later they did, by way of imposing a curfew and fining those of us who broke it. — Parker Peevyhouse

We cannot approach beauty. Its nature is like opaline doves'-neck lustres, hovering and evanescent. Herein it resembles the most excellent things, which all have this rainbow character, defying all attempts at appropriation and use. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Then I read Little Women, and of course, like a lot of really young girls, I was very taken with Jo - Jo being the writer and the misfit. — Patti Smith