Quotes & Sayings About Losing Your Best Friend Dog

They stood there, King of the Hill, Top of the Heap, Ruler of All They Surveyed, Unimpeachable Monarchs and Presidents, trying to understand what it meant to own a world and how big a world really was. — Ray Bradbury

Art, in the artist, is proportion, or, a habitual respect to the whole by an eye loving beauty in details. And the wonder and charm of it is the sanity in insanity which it denotes. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Edmond just lay there smoking and telling me he loved me without saying anything out loud and if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about. The — Meg Rosoff

Comedy's my first love. I love that so much. You play comedy in drama, too. The difference between genres doesn't really change the method of acting. — Emma Stone

Marriage, in my culture, has nothing to do with romance. It's a matter of logic. If Mr. and Mrs. Ahmadi like Mr. and Mrs. Nejari, then their children should get married. On the other hand, if the parents don't like each other, but the children do, well, this is where sad poetry comes from. — Firoozeh Dumas

LUCE: You really beleive this? That someday I'll live through this?
DANIEL: With all my heart and soul, I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.
-Daniel & Luce, PASSION — Lauren Kate

I've never had to pretend to be having sex with somebody. I'm like the queen of the foreplay dissolve. — Julia Roberts

So be joyful. Use your sense of humor. And laugh with the God who smiles when seeing you, rejoices over your very existence, and takes delight in you, all the days of your life. — James Martin

For me it's been very exciting to contribute to the public's understanding of how rich and wondrous science is. — Brian Greene

That's not a plan. That's a way to get a death so famously stupid that they'll be laughing about it in alehouses for a hundred years to come, Makin said. — Mark Lawrence

The phantom of the burning house faded, I found myself screaming and struggling madly in the arms of two men, one of whom was the spy who had followed me to the tomb. Rain was pouring down in torrents, and upon the southern horizon were flashes of the lightning that had so lately passed over our heads. My — H.P. Lovecraft