Hrone Login Quotes & Sayings

To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it. — Marianne Moore

If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there — Anton Chekhov

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way. — Jodi Picoult

I'll kind of get interested in a subject and I won't know why. It'll be in my head for many years and I'll say, 'Do I know enough here to research?' — Quiara Alegria Hudes

Characters who don't suffer have no interest to me. — Kate Christensen

And so forth and so on. — Robert B. Parker

The bottom line is, until we're helping people to stop smoking, screening for breast cancer, giving Pap smears, giving prenatal care to pregnant women, we should not go into publicly paying for the artificial heart, which will benefit at great cost only a few people. — Richard Lamm

Everyone wavers between the emotionally still-alive past ad the already dead future.

Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov) — Tom McDonough

Back in Henrietta, night proceeded.
Richard Gansey was failing to sleep. When he closed his eyes: Blue's hands, his voice, black bleeding from a tree. It was starting, starting. No. It was ending. He was ending. This was the landscape of his personal apocalypse. What was excitement when he was wakeful melted into dread when he was tired.
He opened his eyes. — Maggie Stiefvater

But no one doth well against his will, even though what he doth, be well. — Augustine Of Hippo

I don't use the word 'artists' lightly. — Ciaran Hinds

Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth.
As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon. — Stephen King

According to the Buddhist belief, you can go on and on indefinitely, so you see your life as just a brief moment in time. — Pema Chodron

Writing is like painting with words, the paper is the canvas, the pen is the brush, the words are the colors and the verbs, nouns and adjectives are the blending of the hues that add depth to the picture you are creating.
-Reed Abbitt Moore- — Reed Abbitt Moore