Laird Of The Mist Quotes & Sayings

I don't say that I never feel fear before a performance, but I have learned to channel it. — Claudio Arrau

When we started I wasn't the singer. I was the drunk rhythm guitarist who wrote all these weird songs. — Robert Smith

From nothing comes everything. — Dejan Stojanovic

I'm not really interested in a ton of female musicians but there is something about Britney that compelled me - the way she sings and just the way she looks. — Lana Del Rey

I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners, and I don't fight for honor 'cause we all are born sinners — Regina Spektor

I'm a millionaire, but I cut the grass. And each time I cut it, it's my grass. And that is satisfying. — Chuck Berry

People know how to deal with a desktop intuitively. If you walk into an office, there are papers on the desk. The one on the top is the most important. People know how to switch priority. Part of the reason we model our computers on metaphors like the desktop is that we can leverage this experience people already have. — Walter Isaacson

It is easier for an ambitious friend to become an enemy than for an enemy to become a friend. It is even easier to make friends than you can find people to trust as friends. — Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Uh oh, it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra? — Daniel Dumile

Woman, I've crushed more Campbells than ye'll ever know, and Ill go to my grave with a Campbell's heart clutched within my fingers."

"Will that heart be mine, my laird?"

"It might. — Paula Quinn

Margaret quirked her lips, looking much like the imp their mother used to call her. "What flower would ye pick for Katherine Campbell?"
Callum snorted. "I wouldna pick flowers."
"Ye let her take a bite out of ye." Maggie looked up at him, then cut him off when he opened his mouth to speak. "Ye fancy her. What flower would ye pick for her?"
"Tulips," he mumbled, ignoring her knowing smirk. — Paula Quinn

In her dreams the Hawk would be waiting for her by the sea's edge; her kilt-clad, magnificent Scottish laird. He would smile and his eyes would crinkle, then turn dark with
smoldering passion.
She would take his hand and lay it gently on her swelling abdomen, and his face would blaze with happiness and
pride. Then he would take her gently, there on the cliff's edge, in tempo with the pounding of the ocean. He would
make fierce and possessive love to her and she would hold on to him as tightly as she could. But before dawn, he would melt right through her fingers. And she would wake up, her cheeks wet with tears and her hands clutching nothing but a bit of quilt or pillow. — Karen Marie Moning

...it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero.

Kate speaking to Callum in LAIRD OF THE MIST — Paula Quinn

We are in the times of the beginning of a new epoch for Christianity. True apostolic Christianity is being restored to the earth. — Rick Joyner

I don't think plot as a plot means much today. I'd say that everybody has seen every plot twenty times. What they haven't seen is characters and their relation to one another. I don't worry much about plot anymore. — Howard Hawks

Mass: The quantity of matter in a body; its inertia, or resistance to acceleration. — Stephen Hawking

I think any time you have Phil Jackson involved in any organization, you're going to definitely look at it, and it's definitely intriguing. The Knicks are definitely a place where anybody would like to go. — Kevin Love