Izela Quotes & Sayings

He'sh mad?"
"Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money."
"Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric. — Terry Pratchett

I'd sacrifice this life and every life I have coming for you. — Nicole Williams

Pink was for girls.
Girly girls who wore flavored lip gloss and read magazines and talked on the phone lying on their perfect, lacy bedspreads with their feet in the air. Girls who spent six months looking for the perfect dress to wear to the school formal.
Girls who liked boys. — Lili Wilkinson

Without love, the world would be a heap of ruins. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

When an individual does not become conscious of their inner contradictions, the world acts out the conflict and is torn in opposite halves. — Carl Jung

Every short story is an experiment - what one must ask is not only, did it come off, but was it, as an experiment, worth making? — Elizabeth Bowen

The devil smiles when we are up to our ears in work, but he trembles when we pray. — Corrie Ten Boom

Within Easy Company they had made the best friends they had ever had, or would ever have. They were prepared to die for each other; more important, they were prepared to kill for each other. — Stephen E. Ambrose

The poorest being that crawls on earth, contending to save itself from injustice and oppression, is an object respectable in the eyes of God and man. — Edmund Burke

Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, 'So this is how it feels,' and I would tie it up in pretty words. I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of The Globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own. — Neil Gaiman