Lonigans Widow Quotes & Sayings

Mostly I'm writing about people, so I feel constrained to take with me my view of people, my curiosity about how people choose the things they do and why they come to certain decisions in a certain fashion and all the things that drive most writers. — Raymond E. Feist

Then she remembered. — Ayn Rand

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it. — Patricia A. McKillip

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful. — Sylvia Day

I remembered some of it and some of the things that fell out of my mouth, like telling him his dick was the best treat and that I'd rather have it than chocolate. I mean, c'mob, I gave his dick a better rating than chocolate - who does that? — Amelia Hutchins

In Los Angeles, it's like they jog for two hours a day and then they think they're morally right. That's when you want to choke people, you know? — Liam Neeson

Because people are very interested in my poetry, in what I say. — Compay Segundo

She seems somewhat morose and out of sorts. Do you beat her often?'
'I must admit that I do not.'
'There is the answer! Beat her well; beat her often! It will bring roses to her cheeks! There is nothing better to induce good cheer in a woman than a fine constitutional beating. — Jack Vance

A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million. — Don DeLillo

I've masturbated like 5 times in the last 24 hours ... it hurts ... it's going to fall off. — Tom DeLonge

Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls. — Alfred Noyes

Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had. — Cecily Von Ziegesar

Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely state I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, they had no existence at all. You called and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours. — Augustine Of Hippo