Kohr Royer Quotes & Sayings

The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about. — A.A. Milne

Books are written little by little ... as the cat eats the fish. — Lynda K. Scott

I think ... I think, Calder, that we have to figure out how to forgive, not for the people who wronged us, but for us. We can't keep bitterness attached to our hearts because eventually, it might become part of us - so deeply ingrained we can't work it back out. I think we have to focus on the beauty we've been given in this life, and make that the thing that defines us. Because people defined by bitterness end up destroying themselves from the inside out, and eventually they destroy everyone who tries to love them, too. That's not going to be us. — Mia Sheridan

She began to wonder whether she would not do better to finish her life alone. What was left of life seemed unimportant. — Willa Cather

I've thought about writing, but it hasn't happened yet. It's like schoolwork - you start doing your revisions two nights before you're compelled to turn it in. — Matthew Goode

Some of the world's biggest challenges can be solved by some of the world's most marginalized communities themselves. The moment you inject information, education, and an entrepreneurial spark in a community, it gets empowered enough to inspire, build, and uplift itself. — Sharad Vivek Sagar

And now you know why I love no one. Why I never have and never will. Heed my words well. Love only destroys. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Old men ought to be explorers. — T. S. Eliot

When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper. 'Willow, it's never too late. And there's always a way to begin again. — Autumn Doughton

The Pudding of Obligation. (Placed upon the Doily of Resentment.) — Theo Ellsworth

Because only savage women and animals are sincere. Once civilization has introduced a demand for such comforts as, for instance, feminine virtue, sincerity is out of place ... — Anton Chekhov