Kadmos God Quotes & Sayings

To literary critics a book is assumed to be guilty until it proves itself innocent. — Nelson Algren

Praise is the daughter of present power. — Jonathan Swift

There were times in life when the aperture of your attention span narrowed to such a tight focus that your entire consciousness rested upon a single person. — J.R. Ward

Come back, Felicia. Don't leave Frenchman's Bluff. Don't leave the children." He brushed his lips against hers, and his voice lowered. "Don't leave me. You've taught me so much already, but I have so much more to learn." She smiled a little. "What have I taught you, Mr. Murphy?" "More than you could imagine, my love. But it'll take me a lifetime to find the words to tell you. — Robin Lee Hatcher

I had designed -in high school designed hundreds and hundreds of computers over and over and over, so I developed these skills without ever thinking I'd do it in life as job. — Steve Wozniak

I'd love to go and camp out and live in a tent in the middle of nowhere and see how long I could live and survive. — Rita Ora

I thought it was only in revealed religion that a mistranslation improved the sense. — W. Somerset Maugham

things from the interred past that poked up inconveniently into the present, halfway houses with their portals that went nowhere, that led only into a suggestive nothing. — Alan Moore

I'm serious, Harry, don't go. But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him.
That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.
And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all. — J.K. Rowling

The train could be stopped with a red flag, but by ordinary it appeared out of the devastated hills with apparitionlike suddenness and wailing like a banshee, athward and past that little less-than-village like a forgotten bead from a broken string. — William Faulkner

There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good. — George Eliot