Lisey S Story Quotes & Sayings
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All at once it hit him: this was power too, just as surely as smashing your fist into someone's face, just as surely as putting a hammer through someone's skull. The power to make another person crazy with pleasure instead of fear and pain, to have every cell in another person's body at your thrall. — Poppy Z. Brite

For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker; Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane. — Stephen King

Babyluv: If you need an anchor to hold your place in the world-not Boo'ya Moon but the one we shared, use the african. You know how to get it back. Kisses-at least a thousand, Scott
P.S. Everything the same. I love you. — Stephen King

Whoever said misery loves company was full of shite. Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, however ... that guy was onto something. — Stephen King

The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey. — Stephen King

Oscar and I have something in common. Oscar first came to Hollywood scene in 1928. So did I. We're both a little weather-beaten, but we're still here and plan to be around for a whole lot longer. — John Wayne

Creede is built of new pine boards and lies between two immense mountains covered with pines and snow. — Richard H. Davis

Isn't bravery always sort of beautiful? — Stephen King

Some things you never forgot. She had come to believe that the very things the practical world dismissed as ephemera - things like songs and moonlight and kisses - were sometimes the things that lasted the longest. They might be foolish, but they defied forgetting. And that was good.
That was good. — Stephen King

I haven't been thinking at all, not really, I've just been following the steps. The recipe.
& this is like turning a page in the cookbook & finding the next one blank. — Stephen King

I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind ... So don't talk of our seperation again ... — Emily Bronte