Lyndes Maple Quotes & Sayings

I love the idea of living a life that is completely humble and quiet. — Andie MacDowell

In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have. — Lisa Kleypas

Sociologically, large groups of people don't generally have massive changes in their belief instantaneously. — Rob Bell

It is less distracting in the silence," she said. "Sustained silence allows one truly to listen to what is deep inside. We call it waiting in expectation. — Tracy Chevalier

At eighteen you sleep without memories. — Nazim Hikmet

Politics is a dirty business, but if you do not do politics, politics will be done to you. — Will Shetterly

You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile. — Charlie Chaplin

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers? — Laurell K. Hamilton

I'm not what you want." The words came out strangled because a lump had formed in Maia's throat.
Jack's brows drew together in a frown. "What the fuck, Maia?"
She cleared her throat and sipped on her wine before continuing, "I'm not what you want. You want a quiet life. The white picket fence. The woman who's safe at home. That's what you want."
Jack looked at her steadily, his expression inscrutable. "You're right," he said, and Maia felt her heart break a little. "That's what I want. I want to take care of my woman, I want that quiet life." Jack leaned closer and cupped Maia's face gently with one hand, using his thumb to tip her chin up to him. "Babe, that's what I want, but you are what I need. — Victoria Paige

With every step he took, Jacques' body became tighter and more painful. His breath as coming in hoarse gasps. He swung her into his arms and raced down the tunnels twists and turns.
"What are you doing, Jacques?" Half laughing, half concerned, Shea held on tightly, her slender arms around his neck.
"I am getting us to a place where we can be alone." He was decisive about it. "The tunnel leads to hot springs, a beautiful spot where we can rest for a time. I was taking you there when you seduced me."
Shea laughed softly. "Is that what I did? If all it takes is opening your shirt we're in for a wild time together. — Christine Feehan

When things become peculiar, frustrating and strange, I think it's a good time to start painting. — James Rosenquist

We miss the real by lack of attention, and create the unreal by excess of imagination. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

In a series of experiments, safety officials ran regular people through mock evacuations from planes. The trials weren't nearly as stressful as real evacuations, of course, but it didn't matter. People, especially women, hesitated for a surprisingly long time before jumping onto the slide. That pause slowed the evacuation for everyone. But there was a way to get people to move faster. If a flight attendant stood at the exit and screamed at people to jump, the pause all but disappeared, the researchers found. In fact, if flight attendants did not aggressively direct the evacuation, they might as well have not been there at all. A study by the Cranfield University Aviation Safety Centre found that people moved just as slowly for polite and calm flight attendants as they did when there were no flight attendants present. — Amanda Ripley