Logan Cade Quotes & Sayings

It sounded to him like the noise of too many mouths that talk and too few minds that think. — Lisa Unger

I do not remember any proper children's books in my childhood. I was not exposed to them. — Maurice Sendak

Nobody can give you advice after you've been collecting for a while. If you don't enjoy making your own decisions, you're never going to be much of a collector anyway. — Charles Saatchi

For a man who is lost, the three greatest dangers in order of importance, are Fear, Cold, and Hunger. He may endure extreme hunger for a week, and extreme cold for a day, but extreme fear may undo him an hour. There is no way of guarding against this greatest danger except by assuring him that he is fortified against the other two. — Ernest Thompson Seton

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don't like. — Ajahn Brahm

We live in a culture of complaint because everyone is always looking for things to complain about. It's all tied in with the desire to blame others for misfortunes and to get some form of compensation into the bargain. — Alexander McCall Smith

Clouds rise up to heaven:
The image of WAITING.
Thus the superior man eats and drinks,
is joyous and of good cheer. — Hellmut Wilhelm

The two greatest plays ever written were Hamlet and Oedipus Rex, and they're both about father-son relationships. — Arthur Miller

Have you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the quiet bedroom. He lifts his head to mine, and I want him so bad I feel consumed inside, like he's already possessed my soul, and now my soul aches for him to possess my body. A powerful emotion tightens his features as he reaches out to cradle my cheek in his big hand, and there's an unexpected fierceness in his eyes, in his touch, as he cups me. "No. And you?" The calluses in his palm rasp on my skin, and I find myself tucking my cheek deeper into them. "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I." The moment is intimate. — Katy Evans

I run to run." ~ Sam — Tijan

He was a solitary figure in a vast landscape while she was a face in a nameless crowd. — Nicholas Sparks