Kockice Slike Quotes & Sayings

I'd like another dimension of space, and also the tombs and the dead women, please. — Margaret Atwood

That's how writing works, at least for me: even the stuff that doesn't work out gets funneled into the stuff that does work out. — John Green

Xavier: They, whoever they are, shouldn't have control over our lives. I'm not about to lose you. I've been through that before, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn't happen again. — Alexandra Adornetto

Can you evade the dying of the brightness?
Or do you evade only its warning?
Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring? — Joan Didion

Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved her intensely if not honestly. — Ann Brashares

Something has spoken to me in the night ... and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: [Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth. — Thomas Wolfe

Whatever it was, it was the size of a cow, and looked like what you'd get if you somehow managed to cross a beaver and a crocodile, looked at the results, and decided what your new monster really needed was a bunch of extra teeth. — Seanan McGuire

Never stop having doubts. If you ever do, it will be because you've stopped moving forward, and at that point, God will step in and pull the rug out from under your feet, because that is His way of controlling His chosen ones, by making sure they always follow their appointed path to the end. If, for any reason, we stop, whether out of complacency, laziness, or out of a mistaken belief that we know enough, He forces us on. — Paulo Coelho

If you want to read about love and marriage, you've got to buy two separate books. — Alan King

Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema. — Albert Camus

He wasn't just fucking me anymore - he was breeding me. Claiming me as his own, marking me so that no other male would come anywhere near me. Corbin owned me now - he had stamped his mark on my heart as surely as he was marking my body. I was his ... utterly and completely his. — Evangeline Anderson