Lomas Travel Quotes & Sayings

Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; — George MacDonald

I think we tend to write out our phobias. — Stephen King

Actors are an insecure breed. It's hard to have your career depend upon other people's opinions of what you do. — Alyssa Milano

a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores. — George R R Martin

' Bout time you married someone and stopped tempting every man from here to the Blue Sea," Padera said, slurring the words through toothless gums. "You know, wars have started over women like you."
Moya scoffed. "You're so full of crap, old woman."
"Brin?" Padera called.
Brin tore her eyes away from the doorway. "Augusta of Melen, daughter of Chieftain Eisol, started the Battle of the Red River when she refused to marry Theo of Warric. When Theo's father was killed in the fight, Theo vowed vengeance and summoned all of Clan Warric to his banner. This resulted in what became known as the Ten Year War, which claimed the lives of a thousand men and instigated a famine that lasted two years. — Michael J. Sullivan

Unconsciously we seek the principles and opinions which are suited to our temperament, so that at last it seems as if these principles and opinions had formed our character and given it support and stability. — Friedrich Nietzsche

No worries, Atticus. I will snarf surreptitiously. And I should get bacon, because my adverb was two syllables longer than yours, plus a bonus for alliteration."
I grinned. "It's a deal. You're the best hound ever. — Kevin Hearne

We don't punish criminals in our enlightened age, we cure 'em; and the cure is worse than punishment. — Alfred Bester

I'm no expert with females" - the others
rolled their eyes at that - "but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the
need for some space. — Kresley Cole

Communism is a form of society where the less people have to eat, the more they have to swallow. — Evan Esar

I was at the bottom of the sea, the pressure dense, crushing, inexorable. Dead silence strained against my eardrums. The darkness was without reprieve. No mental adjustment could make it less absolute. It was impenetrable - black painted over black painted over black. — Haruki Murakami