King The Owl Quotes & Sayings

In one gallery they actually had a notice which said No Sketching. How obnoxious! I said, How do you think these things got on the walls if there was no sketching? — David Hockney

This was the doorway to the heart of the Great Keep. The one place
any son of Lila Jane Evers Wate would instinctively find his way,
whether or not he was a Wayward.
The library. — Kami Garcia

King Arthur is treated like George Washington often is - as a hero who is so noble and so far above the common man that he seems more like a stuffed owl than a real person. — Joan Wolf

The comfort zone takes our greatest aspirations and turns them into excuses for not bothering to aspire. — Peter McWilliams

Every father and mother are the family's store keepers. They should store whatever their family would like to have in case of an emergency ... (and) God will sustain us through our trials. — James E. Faust

Intelligence is not all that important in the exercise of power, and is often, in point of fact, useless. — Henry A. Kissinger

The owl loves its nest in the ruins, The Huma revels in making kings, The falcon will not leave the King's hand, And the wagtail pleads weakness.2 — Rory Stewart

Oh, what a lovely owl!" Cried the Wart.
But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voice
"There is no owl."
Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.
"It is only a boy," said Merlyn.
"There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round. — T.H. White

What are you doing?"
"I'm putting them into the envelopes, just like you asked."
"Fold them hot dog style so they fit."
"Fold them- what?"
"What's the matter with you? You're folding them hamburger style, the short way, and they don't fold that way."
"What are you talking about?"
I took a piece of paper and folded it lengthwise. "Hot dog style, see? Looks like a hot dog." I folded it crosswise. "And hamburger style. Looks like a hamburger."
"It looks like a piece of paper."
"And you look like an idiot. — Courtney Allison Moulton

Vic's jaw snapped shut. "You didn't tell me the men here were all so ... hot." Lexi shrugged. "It's Colorado. — Pamela Clare

Ere the horne'd owl hoot
Once and twice and thrice there shall
Go among the blind brown worms
News of thy great burial;
When the pomp is passed away,
'Here's a King,' the worms shall say. — Adelaide Crapsey

When I started the original 'Alien,' Ripley wasn't a woman, it was a guy. — Ridley Scott

Yer ticket fer Hogwarts," he said. "First o' September - King's Cross - it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to find me. . . . See yeh soon, Harry. — J.K. Rowling

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark. — Parke Godwin

Though I couldn't make out what she was talking of I was terribly frightened; the absence of a clue gave such a range to one's imagination.
("Sir Edmund Orme") — Henry James

I believe that everyone, regardless of who they are, should do something that is greater than themselves. Whether it's adoption, or helping people who are sick or poor, or whatever. That's what God put us on this earth to do. — Tim Tebow

One of Zaphod's heads looked away. The other turned round to see what the first was looking at, but it wasn't looking at anything very much. — Douglas Adams

And the Mountains Echoed BY KHALED HOSSEINI — Khaled Hosseini

In life, there were truths and lies, and then there were intimate moments that stayed between two people. — Jewel E. Ann

Anagram of Seeking by Susan Laughter Meyers
Sit, unplanted, with your back to a tree, or sink
to your knees.
If sorrow drowns the hour, let yourself keen,
each hurt recalled, the heart a siege
of old wounds. If startled by joy, let yourself sing.
Light dims, the air cools your skin.
Unclear , what it is you're seeing-
each monotone hoot of the owl, a sign-
less clear what can't be seen:
the soul, a spirit, the king of kings?
This density of leaves and skein
of tenuous moss, yours. here and now, seine
life's good fish. Child, singe
the night, boldly. O lost see, catch fire and seek. — Susan Laughter Meyers

Tougher'n a boiled owl. — Stephen King