Liberian Writers Quotes & Sayings

She seemed not to worry very much about ghings, but rather to accept the world as a fascinating and unusual place where anything might happen
memory keepers daugher — Kim Edwards

A democracy that's constantly threatened by corruption is a democracy that's on the brink to fail. — Henry Johnson Jr

Once you fall in love ... It's different. — Kurt Cobain

What happened?"
"During the kiss?"
"No, with you and Caroline."
"Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood. — John Green

And this is my solemn pledge: I will work to build a single nation of justice and opportunity. I know this is in our reach because we are guided by a power larger than ourselves who creates us equal in His image. — George W. Bush

We make our lives bigger or smaller, more expansive or more limited, according to the interpretation of life that is our story. — Christina Baldwin

Kindness is the music of Good Will to men, and on this harp the smallest fingers may play heaven's sweetest tunes on earth. — Elihu Burritt

I'm sprouting more than one wonderful grey hair. — Jennifer Aniston

We keep a safe distance. We only whisper. We duck into the shadows whenever Cinderella turns around. We're really good at this sneaky thing. I bet we could be spies when we grow up. We'd be the cool brother-and-sister team that gets to go to exotic — Sarah Mlynowski

My mind argued with itself about whether to adhere to proper etiquette or whether to fling aside all modesty and throw my arms around him. My feet chose the latter before my mind had a chance to settle it. I flew off the stool and landed in his embrace. Freezing rain drenched his coat and shirt. His arms wrapped around me tighter, and there was nothing so right as being pressed against Nathaniel Strider. — Tess Oliver

I wish you could have felt that slap I wish you could feel the pain. — Neal Shusterman

Anger slowly.
Forgive quickly.
Trust cautiously.
Love easily. — Matshona Dhliwayo

And he waited. He felt like he was going to throw up. What the fuck was he doing? Hadn't he learned anything? It was one thing to flirt about sex, but this wasn't flirting. This was pulling your heart out of your chest and giving it to someone who might not like blood all over their floor. He'd already put himself out there with the note and now he wasn't even pretending to be subtle. Physical sadist and emotional masochist. — Arden Aoide

I love you, Ethan Blackstone. — Raine Miller