Karakoram Bike Quotes & Sayings

It's impossible to explain the emotions cycling through me to someone who never forgot her life, later remembered it, and now has all these memories bleeding into each other. Every day feels more like chaos, like I'm never going to get my life straight - no pun intended - like starting over again is better than game over. — Adam Silvera

Solving a murder is not about serving the victim, because the victim is, after all, dead. Solving a murder serves society by restoring the moral order that has been upset by the gunshot or knife strike or poisoning, and it serves to preserve that moral order by warning others that certain acts cannot be committed with impunity. — Ben H. Winters

The British, I have discovered, assume that Americans are more religious than they are. — Stanley Hauerwas

My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's. — Isabel Allende

The language of poetry is not stuck in place. Nothing can own language. I think, however, the genre of poetry itself is very feminine and motherly. — Kim Hyesoon

Most people in relationships seldom know what they really want, ask for what they really want, or show what they really feel. Most people avoid or fear intimacy, consistent — David Richo

We cannot suppress our defining humanity and innate spirituality. The quivering pulsation of life force buried within the scarlet corpus of our blood waits like a winged angel adamant to erupt from a cocoon of unholy encapsulation whenever we return to ligature of our primitive essence. — Kilroy J. Oldster

At the sight of a Sanza brother offering cards, every guard in the room took a step back; some of them visibly struggled with the idea of raising their crossbows again. — Scott Lynch

Mr. Charles Dickens was serializing his novel Oliver Twist; Mr. Draper had just taken the first photograph of the moon, freezing her pale face on cold paper; Mr. Morse had recently announced a way of transmitting messages down metal wires. Had you mentioned magic or Faerie to any of them, they would have smiled at you disdainfully, except, perhaps for Mr. Dickens, at the time a young man, and beardless. He would have looked at you wistfully. — Neil Gaiman

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were? — Ned Vizzini

Still in my mind the old days scenario is playing

OVER AND OVER — Deyth Banger