Mariyam Cherry Quotes & Sayings

I said, "Is my father dying?"
He looked at me steadily. "We're all dying, Jane. — Melissa Bank

I don't use the accident - 'cause I deny the accident — Jackson Pollock

They say stress is the silent killer. But poison darts are also pretty damn quiet. — Sterling Archer

The problem with you, son, is that all your brains are in your head.
(to a Liverpool trainee) — Bill Shankly

I hope your future includes me. I mean, someone has to continue to kick your butt in pool."
Noah laughed as he snagged his fingers around my belt loops and dragged me closer. "I was letting you win."
"Please." His eyes had about fallen out of his head when I'd sunk a couple of balls off the break. "You were losing. Badly." I wondered if he also reveled in the warmth of being this close again.
"Then I guess I'll have to keep you around. For good. You'll be useful during a hustle." He lowered his forehead to mine and his brown eyes, which had been laughing seconds ago, darkened as he got serious. "I have a lot I want to say to you. A lot I want to apologize for."
"Me, too. — Katie McGarry

Books are ever available friends, ready to serve you at will. — Grenville Kleiser

When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots.
The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?
He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering.
"Why lie?" he said. — Cassandra Clare

One of the greatest skills - and gifts - is to focus on a person. Make them feel as though they're the only person in the world. — Rhonda Rhyne

But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties. — Kenneth Grahame