Leodora Quotes & Sayings

It's very much like a torture sometimes, the process of trying to get rid of an accent. — Penelope Cruz

Inner-life questions are the kind everyone asks, with or without benefit of God-talk: 'Does my life have meaning and purpose?' 'Do I have gifts that the world wants and needs?' 'Whom and what shall I serve?' 'Whom and what can I trust?' 'How can I rise above my fears?' — Parker Palmer

Humans are always slightly lost. It's a basic characteristic. — Terry Pratchett

Writing is how I process the cacophony of each day. Prayer is how God makes sense out of my scribbles. — Donna Pyle

I really hate being self-conscious - and being conscious of being self-conscious — Natalie Portman

I'm Marcus Finch. Of course I have an escape car. — Richelle Mead

Grainger looked exasperated. "Why don't you just come straight out and use the word aliens?
"Because we're the aliens here. — Michel Faber

Well, what do you think would happen to your face if you found out something you couldn't forget? Something terrible that changed the way you thought, and would show through your expressions forever?' Leodora leaned forward and spoke in a low, gentle tone. 'Your face would be spoilt. And then there would be no point to you any more. — Frances Hardinge

The team that wins two-thirds of its one run games usually wins the pennant. — Pete Rose

Boring is the right thought at the wrong time. — Jack Gardner

He saw an evening when he sat slumped across his desk in that office. It was late and his staff had left; so he could lie there alone, unwitnessed. He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel
not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things
and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again. — Ayn Rand

Oh, is that all you're looking forward to - a break from your studies?" He peered down at her with a knowing smirk. — Lisa Carlisle