Matchless Candles Quotes & Sayings

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather. — Emma Donoghue

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more. — Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib

If not for my diaries, I would swear I had lived only half as long as I have. Long periods of my life seem to have vanished. And now I read the passages and wonder who I was when I wrote them, for I cannot remember the events of my life. There are times I sit and wonder where it all has gone. — Nicholas Sparks

She touched something deep in his soul. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but the thought of hurting her made his chest ache. — Jodie B. Cooper

Prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into — Don Marquis

Too many poets write poems which are only difficult on the surface, difficult because the dramatic situation is easily misunderstood. It's not difficult to write poems that are misunderstood. A drunk, a three-year-old-they are easily misunderstood. What is difficult is being clear and mysterious at the same time. The dramatic situation needs to be as clear in a poem as it is in a piece of good journalism. The why is part of the mystery, but the who, what, where, and when should all be understood. — Miller Williams

This is where I live - somewhere between the wasteland and the rain. — Leslie Parrott

Order my life. I'm nothing without you: fragments of time, fragments of words, fragments of feelings. Make sense of me. Make me whole. — Greg Egan

The tragedy of Eliot Spitzer is almost Greek: Ascendant son of wealth and privilege dedicates his life to social justice, warns of the corruption lurking among us, and falls victim to his inner demons at the very moment of vindication. — Wil S. Hylton

If war is the solution, why didn't Roosevelt declare war on poverty? — Preston Sturges

When it comes to fame, I am in a very convenient position. I live a very normal life. — Clemence Poesy