Malhis Quotes & Sayings

Avery, I have this overwhelming need . . . to be inside of you." I melted into the covers, my body becoming liquid. "Will you let me? — Christina Lee

What is a diary as a rule? A document useful to the person who keeps it. Dull to the contemporary who reads it and invaluable to the student, centuries afterwards, who treasures it. — Walter Scott

Jesus said his Father's House has many rooms. In this metaphor I like to imagine the Presbyterians hanging out in the library, the Baptists running the kitchen, the Anglicans setting the table, the Anabaptists washing feet with the hose in the backyard, the Lutherans making liturgy for the laundry, the Methodists stocking the fire in the hearth, the Catholics keeping the family history, the Pentecostals throwing open all the windows and doors to let more people in. — Rachel Held Evans

My hound hath no nose. — Neil Gaiman

Ha-shem to do His dirty work, namely, punishing sin. It can be read that Mastema, not Adonai, — J.A. Konrath

I always felt that if somebody picks on you it's because they're not happy doing what they're doing. — Benjamin Walker

Mona wasn't listening. Of course a bet was a bet, she thought. And there was her reputation to consider. Not to mention her safety. Particularly her safety. For she was frightened of Emoto Hed, who had something of a reputation for creative cruelty where unpaid debts were concerned. People disappeared, leaving behind nothing but very long, very piercing screams. Mona imagined that forever could become incredibly tedious when passed in a state of constantly accelerating agony. — Meg Rosoff

We do not spend a great deal of time talking to management. — Walter Schloss

The history of life is a tale of decimation and later stabilization of few surviving anatomies, not a story of steady expansion and progress. — Stephen Jay Gould

We want what the woman wanted in the prison queue in Leningrad, standing there with cold and whispering for fear, enduring the terror of Stalin's regime and asking the poet Anna Akhmatova if she could describe it all, if her art was equal to it. — Seamus Heaney