Knuckleball Movie Quotes & Sayings

That night, at the lighthouse, everything else faded away and my entire world became Sofia Claremont. — Bella Forrest

I don't have a father, but my kids tell me every day that they love me ... even when I am not in my best mood. — Boman Irani

a word, as often happens, can be like a musical worm in the mind and invite repetition. But — Alexander McCall Smith

What we need to do, as writers, is find out where our market is and adapt to it. I'm not saying that you follow every trend slavishly, but what you see is that, if there is a sea-change in the way that things are being done, then you account for it. — John Scalzi

There is nothing called a permanent love or a temporary love. Love is love. Love may be for a smaller duration or a longer duration. — Girdhar Joshi

Confident is a spirit of faith — Lailah Gifty Akita

O Yes, I must sing, and so must you sing also. For all music is singing, and in music there is praise of life. — Kenneth Leighton

We are also working on the restoration of salmon runs, and we are doing a new process of mass marking with these fish so we can tell the wild fish from the hatchery fish. — Norm Dicks

We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality — Wright Morris

The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us. — Philibert Joseph Roux

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel. — Michael Leunig

The principle is so perfectly general that no particular application of it is possible. — George Polya

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
She felt all right. — Richard Matheson