Memorisation Du Quotes & Sayings

...there is no logic to love. — Lynn Thomson

Alone in the worn mahogany paneled library surrounded by hundreds of books that filled every shelf and lined every wall from floor to ceiling, Lady Butler contemplated, How odd it is that a room filled with millions of words can be so silent. — Lance Taubold

The only people who claim that money is not important are people who have enough money so that they are relieved of the ugly burden of thinking about it. — Joyce Carol Oates

Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with — Amy Tan

This low level inflation encourages economic growth; because it helps people to spend money rather than hoard it; since it will gradually lose value due to future inflation. On the other hand, inflation eats away at savings, so that savers experience a loss of wealth by stealth! — James C Johnson

corrected in text: Page 18: undertand replaced with understand — Andrew Murray

Magicians guard an empty safe. — Jim Steinmeyer

There is nothing in the world common to man, that man cannot do. — Marcus Garvey

I bought some powdered water, but I don't know what to add. — Steven Wright

And my instincts tell me that Raffe is mine. I found him first. — Susan Ee

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world, space is by far the less mysterious ... Space is, after all, solid, monolithic ... Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would say even against human nature. — Stanislaw Lem

Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked. — Ovid

Last night I danced.
My body rose from its slump for the first time since the beginning of sorrows - my fingers beckoning to the stars at arm's length, back arching as tingles bubbled up my spine, hips caught in a silent tempo while on tiptoe I twirled in endless euphoric circles. It didn't matter that you loved me or that you didn't. For I was wanted by the gods last night, their seraphs and muses descending on moonbeams into my midst, caressing my face and gliding their spirited arms about my waist, lifting my toes from the soil that I might feel what it is to fly without heaviness of heart. I danced with them under the glow of a loyal moon. For one brief, visceral dance I joyed as Heaven joys - in endless bliss.
And the universe cherished me. — Richelle E. Goodrich