Karalius Quotes & Sayings

A trail made of pine needles and thistles leads you into the green darkness. The canopy casts shadows on old oaks and dogwoods, and you think you can smell the sour breath of a witch behind you. The wind sighs like a sleeping girl, carrying her bittersweet dreams along the paths to attract any man willing to look for thorn-covered castles. A wolf darts between fallen, rotted wood; maybe he's the one who can tell you where your heart is, how you're still breathing. — Kimberly Karalius

I don't know what to do," Hijiri cried, touching her oily hair. "I've always looked like this. Why can't someone love me like this?"
Femke set the notebook down, her face as quiet as Mirthe's was stormy. "Why shouldn't you be loved? — Kimberly Karalius

On the field you gives it, you takes it, and yer doon't fookin' groomble! — Vince Karalius

Nobody gets outta this life alive no matter what they give up. — Terence Audette

In exorcism, a verbal argument can never do anything. You can't ever beat the entity in a verbal argument because that's what he wants. It's only through a confront, a non-verbal confront, that anything happens. It has to be non-verbal. — William S. Burroughs

What wounds a man mortally is living with a woman,
sharing her bed, and knowing he is not loved. Not even
esteemed. Knowing, that in the eyes of the woman he has
chosen above all others, he is nothing. Nothing at all. — Germaine Shames

She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?"
"Stig."
"Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it.
He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched on his uniform. "S-T-I-G. Stig."
Harriet's breath caught. "I can't believe it. I've been looking for you. — Kimberly Karalius

When her mother combed Harriet's hair, she said that the woods were disgustingly muddy and mosquito-ridden. During her history unit on pioneers, her father bashfully admitted that he couldn't pitch a tent, barbeque, or fight off bears in a forest. They both agreed that such a place was unsafe. Hotels were better. — Kimberly Karalius

You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the cap.
"Like what?"
"A headache," his smile widened. — Leah Spiegel

I love being in a relationship, but marriage isn't for me. — Arsenio Hall

Final exams,huh? It seems pointless to think about real life again."
"I find test taking relaxing," she said.
"I'm not surprised. You probably study. — Kimberly Karalius

In the long run luck is given only to the efficient. — Helmuth James Graf Von Moltke

Life is about making mistakes. If you don't take chances, blindfolded and frightened as you are, you're not really living, are you? Heartache makes you stronger. Misery is the stuff of good poetry. You're denying yourself much more than the bad things in life by listening to Zita's fortunes. — Kimberly Karalius

A library, no matter how big or small, is a careful balance of love and responsibility. A machine, if you will, cranked by those who care most about reading. — Kimberly Karalius

Promises controversy on a scale not seen since Samuel Huntington's Clash of Civilizations sought to reframe a new world order. — Stefan Halper

My coffee was steaming, and I hunched over it while I watched the demon. His long fingers were interlaced about the white soup-bowl mug as if relishing its warmth, and though I couldn't tell for sure because of the sunglasses, I think his eyes closed as he took the first sip. A look of bliss so deep it couldn't have been faked slipped over him, easing his features and turning him into a vision of relaxed pleasure. — Kim Harrison

I don't like the sound of my own voice. And, for people I don't know, their impression of me is what they read on the internet, and they're so far off a lot of the time. — Bradford Cox

All grand thoughts come from the heart. — Luc De Clapiers

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. — Suzanne Collins

For many writers, the journal is their opportunity to be honest with them- selves - the greatest test of all. — Frank McCourt