Lizdee Quotes & Sayings

Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish. — Ernest Hemingway,

When I was younger I would have told you it was my genius, but now I don't believe that for a second. Music just comes out of you, it flows through, it's weird. If you think about it intellectually, how does someone come up with two hundred riffs over their life time? — Tracii Guns

There is endless psychological research on evil people. But in my experience the average sociopath has no idea they are wrong. They're born this way, not made. — Kate Moretti

He pointed at Brother Jeremiah, who had come to a halt in front of a statue just slightly taller than he was, its base overgrown with moss. The statue was of an angel. The marble of the statue was so smooth it was almost translucent. The face of the angel was fierce and beautiful and sad. In long white hands the angel held a cup, its rim studded with marble jewels. Something about the statue tickled Clary's memory with an uneasy familiarity. There was a date inscribed on the base, 1234, and words inscribed around it: NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI.
"Is that meant to be the Mortal Cup?" she asked.
Jace nodded. "And that's the motto of the Nephilim - the Shadowhunters - there on the base."
"What does it mean?"
Jace's grin was a white flash in the darkness. "It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234.'"
"Jace - "
It means, said Jeremiah, The descent into Hell is easy. — Cassandra Clare

A little fact is worth a whole limbo of dreams. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Live today as if eternity with Christ will begin today. — Jim George

Sacrifice' was often a cloak for many actions that did not always stem from the highest motives. — Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit

Boys. Drau or mortal, they were all the same. — Melissa De La Cruz

What we think and love persistently will be what we become. — Debasish Mridha

Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots of them didn't. — Tracy Brogan