Janalyn Jones Quotes & Sayings

Love, it's such a night, laced with running water, irreparable, riddled with a million leaks. A night shaped like a shadow thrown by your absence. Every crack trickles, every overhang drips. The screech of nighthawks has been replaced by the splash of rain. The rain falls from the height of streetlights. Each drop contains its own shattering blue bulb. — Stuart Dybek

Dess took a deep breath, feeling a rush of relief now that the proclamation had been made. It was sort of like being the first astronomer to spot one of those big dinosaur-extermination-sized asteroids on its way toward Earth. Sure, this was majorly unpleasant news for everyone, including Dess personally, but at least she got to announce it. — Scott Westerfeld

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear. — William Shakespeare

It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship. — John Cheever

Then he kissed my eyelids. Kind of licked them. And if you've never had someone lick your eyelids, you should know that it's not exactly romantic and it's even a tiny bit gross, but it feels like the other person really likes you and accepts you somehow. — E. Lockhart

Diverse groups of countries can do a lot by trading amongst themselves, exploiting differences in costs, resources, and technologies. — Daniel Altman

And autos are not the only product that could be made more energy efficient if we just put in place sensible requirements. This is also true of many appliances and even of entire buildings. — Sherwood Boehlert

The best performance advice I have ever been given was to "Know where your light is, onstage." — Vaginal Davis

A great measure of the real value of the things we have is how we feel when such things become scarce and absent in our lives — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Under the gas lamps, mist pawed at the windows of the closed shops, which became steadily shabbier nearer home. It was such a smooth ruination that he could have been walking forward through time, watching the same buildings age five years with every step, all still as a museum — Natasha Pulley