Invalides Museum Quotes & Sayings

Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity — Bear Step

The best person I know is Myself. — Jeff Kinney

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt. — Henri Frederic Amiel

For some it is the end of the rope. For others it is only the beginning. — Michael Dobbs

The only air that moves is air we push from our lungs. — Alexandra Kleeman

It was one thing to believe that such things were possible thousands of years ago, another to have it happen now, to us, this very day. — Corrie Ten Boom

All we had was Simon Finch, a fur-trapping apothecary from Cornwall whose piety was exceeded only by his stinginess. — Harper Lee

It's not the innocent young things that need gentle handling
it's the ones that have been frightened and hurt. — Dorothy L. Sayers

And when you started looking into Roger East, it was almost like he had disappeared from history. — Anthony LaPaglia

there is no shortage of reading material in this house. Charlotte is an excellent writer, but Mr. Shakespeare is better, and if it's Branwell's wickedness you like, Papa says we may read Lord Byron in moderation." Emily — Lena Coakley

Stand on your toe. That is what one said in Setswana if one hoped that something would happen. It was the same as the expression which white people used: cross your fingers. — Alexander McCall Smith

One of the functions of landscape it to correspond to, nurture, and provoke exploration of the landscape of the imagination. Space to walk is also space to think, and I think that's one thing landscapes give us: places to think longer, more uninterrupted thoughts or thoughts to a rhythm other than the staccato of navigating the city. — Rebecca Solnit

You develop a bond that comes from spending too much time together. — Julie Foudy

I think in some cases, a penny is nothing compared to the kind of numbers. Then you get to fraud, waste and abuse, Sean. I mean, the fraud and the waste and the abuse, which everybody agrees if you can solve that problem, but it's, you know, mind-boggling the kind of numbers. — Donald Trump

The wrought-iron gate squeaked as Lucas opened it. He lowered the rented bike down the stone steps and onto the sidewalk. To his right was the most famous Globe Hotel in Paris, disguised under another name. In front of the entrance five Curukians sat on mopeds. Lu-cas and his eighteen-month-old friend then shot out across the street and through the invisible beam of an-other security camera.
He rode diagonally across the place de la Concorde and headed toward the river. It seemed only natural. The motorcycles trailed him. He pedaled fast across the Alex-andre III bridge and zipped past Les Invalides hospital. He tried to turn left at the Rodin Museum, but Goper rode next to him, blocking his escape. — Paul Aertker