Lucilius Poems Quotes & Sayings

I was as real to him as he was to me and it struck me just then that I meant something to him. In whatever capacity he was able, I meant something. The irony of that epiphany made my gut twist. — C.J. Roberts

Men and men, men and women, whatever the permutation, in the end one partner usually feels more than the other and that partner usually suffers for it. — John Connolly

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod. — Soseki Natsume

Because a man glances up at the sky at night does not make him an astronomer, you know.' Bruno — John Boyne

player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss: — John Skipp

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. — Betty Smith

I can mourn internally, just be quiet about it. I have my moments but I'm not a real, expressive person, especially when it comes to like sadness. — Faith Evans

We must remain mindful of the potential impact of over-correcting the authorizations of the intelligence community. — James R. Clapper

By this management I found an opportunity to see what a most insignificant, unthinking life the poor, indolent wretch, who, by his unactive temper, had at first been my ruin, now lived; how he only rose in the morning to go to bed at night; that, saving the necessary motion of the troops, which he was obliged to attend, he was a mere motionless animal, of no consequence in the world; that he seemed to be one who, though he was indeed alive, had no manner of business in life but to stay to be called out of it. He neither kept any company, minded any sport, played at any game, or indeed did anything of moment; but, in short, sauntered about like one that it was not two livres value whether he was dead or alive; that when he was gone, would leave no remembrance behind him that ever he was here; that if ever he did anything in the world to be talked of, it was only to get five beggars and starve his wife. — Daniel Defoe

tall scarlet drinks. "Steller Cherry Soda, Mr. Steller." "Thank you," Jonathan smiled in gratitude. "And for you," the tiny woman's gaze raked up and down Emma's figure. "A diet cherry soda." Emma flashed a glance at Jonathan, who was smirking at the slight. The two sat down in front of a small stage. Soon a model slinked out and showed off a suit sparkling with metal threads. — Therese Stenzel