Ltc Kilgore Quotes & Sayings

Jamie's face, already drawn and grim, grew somewhat grimmer at this question. The completest of landlubbers, he was not just prone to seasickness, but prostrated by it. He had been violently ill all the way from Inverness to Le Havre, though sea and weather had been quite calm. Now, some six hours later, safe ashore in Jared's warehouse by the quay, there was still a pale tinge to his lips and dark circles beneath his eyes. — Diana Gabaldon

You do not need to be perfect to be the best — Ikechukwu Joseph

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

[Microscopic] evidence cannot be presented ad populum. What is seen with the microscope depends not only upon the instrument and the rock-section, but also upon the brain behind the eye of the observer. Each of us looks at a section with the accumulated experience of his past study. Hence the veteran cannot make the novice see with his eyes; so that what carries conviction to the one may make no appeal to the other. This fact does not always seem to be sufficiently recognized by geologists at large. — Thomas George Bonney

Reason and memory are nearly always at odds. — Paul Auster

Old photograph: amid the set poses of her family, a young girl smiles and raises her hand a little. — Mason Cooley

Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living. — Carlos Bulosan

The values my mother taught me were like, if you're going to do something, don't half-ass it. I remember her literally saying that to me. Like the first time I ever heard the term half-ass was coming from my mother's lips. I was probably 8 or 9. If you're going to do something, go ahead and throw 115 percent at it, and if you get 100 percent back, well, there you go - you're perfect. — Justin Timberlake

Beyond all other trees," she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, "the willow moves to the wind's desire. — Patrick Rothfuss