Madefire Quotes & Sayings

There is one gratification an old author can afford a certain class of critics; that namely, of comparing him as he is with what he was. It is a pleasure to mediocrity to have its superiors brought within range. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

The place has entered me...it has coloured my life like a stain. — Adam Nicolson

I feel like, sometimes, characters that are just good and nice can seem boring or uninteresting. — Lily James

He should stop, but the intoxicating sensation of Eliza's hot breath on Thomas's face dominated him and he could think of nothing else. Nothing but kissing her. The world around him stopped and he moved both hands to cup her smooth cheeks as he continued to taste her lips. She pressed into his kiss, moving her own delicate hands to his face. Sampling the sweetness her mouth was the biggest mistake he'd ever made. Just one would never be enough. Reluctant, — Amber Lynn Perry

Somehow, too, I remembered Chichikov's round of weird visits in Gogol's Dead Souls. — Vladimir Nabokov

After years of feeling like a misfit, I've realized that the world is full of other misfits, all of us identifying with Hobbits - - the little guys whom no one else respects. And who quietly end up changing the course of history. — Tess Gerritsen

Life is like a balloon; you must put something into it to get the best possible results. — William Cranch Bond

The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its
value. — Charles Dudley Warner

I went being unemployed for three years to being the lead in a British feature in the days when we only made two a year, 1990. It was ridiculous really. — Christopher Eccleston

Madefire is igniting a new era by creating a modern, dynamic reading experience and bringing that to the millions of iPad users around the world. — Dave Gibbons

Innocence so constantly finds itself in a false position that inwardly innocent people learn to be disingenuous. Finding no language to speak in their own terms they resign themselves to being translated imperfectly. They exist alone; when they try and enter into relations they compromise falsifyingly- through anxiety, through desire to impart and to feel warmth. The system of our affections is too corrupt for them. They are bound to blunder, then to be told they cheat...Their singleness, their ruthlessness, their one continuous wish makes them bound to be cruel, and to suffer cruelty. — Elizabeth Bowen

I would hardly change the sorrowful words of the poets for their glad ones. Tears dampen the strings of the lyre, but they grow the tensor for it, and ring even the clearer and more ravishingly. — James Russell Lowell