Hughessattelite Quotes & Sayings

And if it's a boy, I will be really nervous because I have no idea what to do with a boy because I am a girl and I have a girl! — Ali Landry

If Gwyn could face death unafraid, how could I face life with any less courage? — Elizabeth A. Reeves

Solitude is rich but seldom hilarious. — Stephanie Mills

Perseverance is everything. We all stumbled when we took our first steps yet we were running sooner than we realized, and then we couldn't stay still. Why stay still now? — Rob Liano

An important document of the paper of record at a crucial, make-or-break juncture in its long, glorious history, and a love letter to the dying art form that is the great American newspaper. — Nathan Rabin

I remember when I switched from Christmas to sex as the secret of happiness ... — Garrison Keillor

Thankful that I can share the disturbing stories in my brain with people."

"I have so many stories to tell you...of course that is if you plan on listening to them... — Kelly Fisher

To the one in the skies, this city must look like a scintillating pattern of speckled glows in all directions, like a firecracker going off amid thick darkness. Right now the urban pattern glowing here is in hues of orange, ginger, and ochre. It is a configuration of sparkles, each dot a light lit by someone awake at this hour. From where the Celestial Gaze is situated, from that high above, all these sporadically lit bulbs must seem in perfect harmony, constantly flickering, as if coding a cryptic message to God. — Elif Shafak

What are you staring at, sailor?'
His ice eyes did not flicker. 'My captain, ma'am.'
'Get back to work, Seton.'
He bowed. — Katharine Ashe

I don't write anything that I haven't lived. In terms of integrity, you have to write what you live. And if you write beyond what you live, it is theory. And theory is not helpful. It is just not. — John Eldredge

I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
or only when the sunsets fade
be mourned secretly in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,
the sleepless heat at night,
and of my verses, the white
flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
me more, not
even the one who betrayed me to torture,
not even the one who caressed me and forgot. — Anna Akhmatova