Leutholds Albert Quotes & Sayings

Life is full of changes. And surprises. And the inexplicable(s). — Hlovate

Now is the dwelling place of God himself. — Thomas Raymond Kelly

Plouton's eyes narrowed coldly, and he grinned because he counted the result of this conversation as a tremendous and absolute victory over his older brother.
Abbadon never saw his younger brother as competition or even as an enemy, but Plouton hated his brother from the bottom of his heart. He was controlled and possessed by his own negative thoughts, that his father, King Apollyon, loved and trusted Abbadon more and that he disliked and rejected him.
Plouton was jealous ... very jealous.
He raised his eyebrows and opened his silvery eyes as wide as they could go. Diabolic sparkles appeared in his eyes. He grinned again when he thought about the Titans, the cave, the iron chains, the vultures, and the unforgiving ocean at the Rock of Mukane. (Maradonia and the Gold of Ophir) — Gloria Tesch

I'm an atrocious business man, because it's just not the way I think about things. And that's pretty much what all that Grammy/MTV kind of stuff is tied into. — J. Robbins

Because I can't live without Della. I don't want to. She's the reason I get up in the mornings - Woods — Abbi Glines

Stories, we all have stories. Nature does not tell stories, we do. We find ourselves in them, make ourselves in them, choose ourselves in them. If we are the stories we tell ourselves, we had better choose them well. — James Orbinski

A federal appellate circuit looked at what [Barak] Obama was doing and said he can't do it. Immigration law is settled. — Rush Limbaugh

And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern. — Theodor Adorno

Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious. — George Bernard Shaw

It's our song," he murmured into my ear. — Elise Allen

Aren't autobiographies born in a question we ask ourselves: how did I get to this point? Don't we look back over the path and tell ourselves a story? This is how it happened. This is who I am. — Frederick Weisel