Magpie Totem Quotes & Sayings

Feelings change - memories don't. — Joel Alexander

Do fewer things and do them well. Focus on the things only you can do. Do the important things which must be done now. — Eric Barker

You are surrounded by signs," she said. "Ignore none of them. — Steve Erickson

Success is not a harbor but a voyage with its own perils to the spirit ... The lesson that most of us on this voyage never learn, but can never quite forget, is that to win is sometimes to lose. — Richard M. Nixon

Clary saw him take Mark's hand; he pressed his witchlight into the boy's palm, where it flickered, and then resumed its steady glow. 'Take this with you,' said Jace, 'for it can be dark in the land under the hill, and the years very long. — Cassandra Clare

Things that I can do myself, I either do by myself, or teach a willing undergraduate who doesn't know how to do those things by doing it for me. Things that I can't do myself, my graduate students should be doing. — John Maeda

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names. — Neil Gaiman

I've been doing the academic side of music and the rock side of music in conjunction, basically, since I was in fourth grade. — Glenn Kotche

Jonah has that strange look on his face. He must have another of Maryrose's memories. Probably that she once sang a lullaby on a windy day. OR SOMETHING ELSE TOTALLY USELESS. "Is it about canoeing?" I ask, trying to be positive. He scratches his head. "It is! Maryrose was good at canoeing!" Oh! Yay! "Did she ever stop a boat?" "Yes!" he exclaims. Great! "How?" I ask. "With paddles!" he says. Argh. "Thanks for nothing, Maryrose's memories!" I yell. "We have to stop this canoe! — Sarah Mlynowski

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you're wanted. — Mindy Kaling

I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it.
"You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.
"Yeah"
"Why?"
I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on its own.
"It's like ... angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.
He caught my wrist. "Most people would say that suits me."
"I'm not most people."
"I know. — Karen Chance

We're all wounded in some way, im just tryin to heal! — Eric Jerome Dickey