Krivoshlyapova Twins Quotes & Sayings

What do you want, Christian?"
What did I want? To make her smile, to wipe away her tears, to hold her. To be a father, a real father, not one in title, but on who'd earned that right. I wanted to stay.
"I want my family," I forced through the lump in my throat. — A.L. Jackson

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?"
"On occasion," said Locke. "There are contrary opinions. — Scott Lynch

What am I now, Alai?"
"Still good."
"At what?"
"At
anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe."
"I don't want to go to the end of the universe."
"So where do you want to go? They'll follow you."
I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is. — Orson Scott Card

There will be no going back to the era before September 11th, 2001, to false comfort in a dangerous world. — George W. Bush

Life moves in one direction only - and each day we are faced with an actual set of circumstances, not with what might have been, not with what we might have done, but with what is, and with where we are now- and from this point we must proceed; not from where we were, not from where we wish we were - but from where we are. — Richard L. Evans

And Emily had yet to shed a single tear. It troubled her all the way back to the city, and she rode with one hand sandwiched between her cheek and the cool, shuddering glass of the limousine window, as if that might help. She tried whispering 'Daddy' to herself, tried closing her eyes and picturing his face, but it didn't work. Then she thought of something that made her throat close up: she might never have been her father's baby, but he had always called her 'little rabbit.' And she was crying easily now, causing her mother to reach over and squeeze her hand; the only trouble was that she couldn't be sure whether she cried for her father or for Warren Maddock, or Maddox, who was back in South Carolina now being shipped out to a division.
But she stopped crying abruptly when she realized that even that was a lie: these tears, as always before in her life, were wholly for herself - for poor, sensitive Emily Grimes whom nobody understood, and who understood nothing. — Richard Yates

Everything I had so far experienced was mere chance ... my life still lacked a deep individual meaning of its own — Hermann Hesse