Longclaw The Owl Quotes & Sayings

The others who'd been hanging around had eased back a bit, in their own conversations now as Jairo and the blond spoke very closely, their body language intimate. Huh. Jairo the naughty nurse has got some game. The — Darien Cox

It was always women who did the choosing, and men's place was to be grateful if they were lucky enough to be the chosen ones. Joseph Anton — Salman Rushdie

We all came to watch her die. — Kenya Wright

Papa, do you like my new friend?" Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field.
"I surely do."
"Can I keep her?"
"For the love of ... No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though," he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him.
"Forever, papa?"
She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. "Forever," she shyly whispered.
Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. "Forever," she pledged. — Julie Garwood

In politics, you also have to be cautiously optimistic. — Aung San Suu Kyi

We're all water from different rivers,
That's why it's so easy to meet,
We're all water in this vast, vast ocean,
Someday we'll evaporate together. — Yoko Ono

A cynic might suggest as the motto of modern life this simple legend-just as good as the real. — Charles Dudley Warner

We are constantly - in order to cope with painful realities - shuffling through third-rate, half-remembered fantasies taken from movies, from TV, from people we admire. We do this individually, we do it collectively - we tell stories to escape our most painful truths. — Joshua Oppenheimer

I kind of feel like I didn't have much choice. The songs ... the playing ... those were the only things that ever really kept my attention. — Charlie Worsham

A pastiche of eyes. But faces all gray. Not the color of metal, but the color of old ash in a campfire. Ash faces. Ash clothes. Ash lives. — Pierce Brown

When Grant opened the door, he thought she looked like some fairy princess-part ingenue,part seductress. Her eyes met his in the glass, and she smiled while following through with the last stroke of the brush.
"Take the wrong turn?"
"I took the right one." He closed the door behind him,then flicked the lock.
"Is that so?" Tapping the brush against her palm, Gennie arched a brow. "I thought you had the room down the hall."
"The MacGregors forgot to put something in there." He stood where he was for a moment, pleased just to look at her.
"Oh? What?"
"You. — Nora Roberts