Kohls Wall Decor Quotes & Sayings

A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination. — Honore De Balzac

I knew you liked him," Henry said. "Ever since he tied your tie. — Lee Nichols

A door is not a door when it is ajar." There — Adam Jay Epstein

You are the most irritating man I've ever met!"
He grinned. "But you like my kisses."...
"Am I not to have dreams, or desires, or enjoy - pleasure? 'Twon't do, Alasdair Og Sinclair, kissing a lass, and then forbidding her to have any more, when it's your fault I like kisses. — Lecia Cornwall

She felt, in fact, very absent from herself. Adrift, as if nothing might bring her back again. Not even tea. — Gail Carriger

It's no good pacing up and down. It won't make the plane arrive any faster. Just sit down and accept that we're delayed. You're just making a fool of yourself. — Noel Coward

COMFORT, n. A state of mind produced by contemplation of a neighbor's uneasiness. — Ambrose Bierce

The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right.
I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, Fuck subtle. — Jim Butcher

Just as the Depression left a generation of dads feeling they never had enough money, so father deprivation is leaving a generation of sons and daughters with different psychic wounds. — Warren Farrell

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before. — Phoebe Cary

Only peril can bring the French together. One can't impose unity out of the blue on a country that has 265 different kinds of cheese. — Charles De Gaulle

If imagination is what enables us to conceive of and enjoy stories other than our own, and if empathy is the act of taking other people's stories seriously, certainty deadens or destroys both qualities. When we are caught up in our own convictions, other people's stories - which is to say, other people - cease to matter to us. — Kathryn Schulz

Trust becomes the only road home, back to love. — Geoffrey Wood

She shared the curse of many artists - that praise beaded up and rolled off her while criticism stuck like glue, glue embedded with ground glass. — Carol Anshaw