Laroy Reynolds Quotes & Sayings

I had drunk our great cultural Kool-Aid about regret, which is that lamenting things that occurred in the past is an absolute waste of time, that we should always look forward and not backward, and that one of the noblest and best things we can do is strive to live a life free of regrets. — Kathryn Schulz

I hope when my time as Liverpool manager is over, I'm remembered as someone who improved the team and left the club in a better position than I inherited it. — Brendan Rodgers

I don't have a problem being labeled a sex symbol, though I personally don't feel very sexy about myself. — John Abraham

Stanton emerged from the shadows. "So your brother thinks you need a boyfriend?"he teased. "Stop. — Lynne Ewing

So if you are what you eat and you are as young as you feel, then I am a pizza, right out of the oven. — Tom Althouse

We must believe in free will. We have no choice. — Isaac B. Singer

Acceptance of the bit happens in the haunches, not in the mouth. — Thomas Ritter

Today's dissenters mainly focus their attention and expend their energies on the most inconsequential of trivia ... Allegedly serious intellectuals quibble endlessly over such ridiculous trivialities ... In the meantime, the public is lulled into a perilous somnolence, spoon-fed pap, and palpable untruths, many of which are turned out by special-interest and pressure groups and well organized propaganda machines. — J. Paul Getty

Tenderness, that most alien and disconcerting of emotions, swelled and billowed in her. She picked up a cherry and stared down at the soft, bright-red fruit. "I love you."
The last time she'd declared her love he'd thrown it right back in her face. She waited uncertainly for his response. She didn't even have to wait a second. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "I love you more."
- Gigi and Camden — Sherry Thomas

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.
("The Triumph Of The Night") — Edith Wharton