Marlezonsky Quotes & Sayings

Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires. — Edmund Waller

Everything God does - past, present, or future, whether in grace or in judgment - is to reveal His glory. — Jim George

Sean was stung. "I do not fuck everything that has a pulse," he said haughtily. "I have my standards. I limit myself to endoskeletal organisms. I always go for vertebrates. And I dont't do reptiles. Ever. — Shannon McKenna

Forgetting ... is a beautiful thing. When you forget, you remake yourself ... For a caterpillar to become a butterfly, it must forget it was a caterpillar at all. Then it will be as if the caterpillar never was & there was only ever a butterfly. — Robert Jackson Bennett

It's kind of a shock to your skin, changing climates. It's new water, and new air quality. — Shay Mitchell

Without love, there can be no true marriage; with love, there can be nothing else. — David Weber

You can't move forward if you're still hanging on. — Sue Fitzmaurice

In a dream, in her head means in my head, as I have unrestricted access to her thoughts and the innermost parts of her body. — Jarod Kintz

Standing armies shall in time be totally abolished. — Immanuel Kant

Laws are not made like lime-twigs or nets, to catch everything that toucheth them; but rather like sea-marks, to guide from shipwreck the ignorant passenger. — Philip Sidney

The commonality between science and art is in trying to see profoundly - to develop strategies of seeing and showing. — Edward Tufte

As a kid, I knew I wanted to be either a cartoonist or an astronaut. The latter was never much of a possibility, as I don't even like riding in elevators. — Bill Watterson

Henri had lost a lot of bodily functions when he died - he didn't eat, breathe, or sleep anymore - but other things had stayed, thankfully, such as his electrified response to Josie's tactile wandering. — Maggie LaCroix

Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully. — Diana Gabaldon

My first encounter with a baguette, torn still warm from its paper sheathing, shattered and sighed on contact. The sound stopped me in my tracks, the way a crackling branch gives deer pause; that's what good crust does. Once I began to chew, the flavor unfolded, deep with yeast and salt, the warm humidity of the tender crumb almost breathing against my lips. — Sasha Martin