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Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By J.K. Rowling

Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!" "They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot! — J.K. Rowling

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Charlie Cochet

Dex narrowed his eyes. "The force is strong with this one." Sloane laughed. "All right there, Yoda." "Please," Dex scoffed. "We both know I'd be Han. You can be Luke." "Okay, Han." "Ash would be Vader. Ew, Ash would be your dad." Dex chortled at his own joke then sucked in another sharp breath. "Ow. — Charlie Cochet

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Yves Morieux

Increasingly, the winners in today's business environment are those companies that know how to leverage complexity and exploit it to create competitive advantage. — Yves Morieux

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Amy Kinzer

My heart drips into the cracks on the sidewalk as he leaves. — Amy Kinzer

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Vee Hoffman

I would be able to feel his heart from across a room, see his eyes and hear his voice, but feeling him as close as I needed, in the unbound intimacy of simple comfort, was something I was scared to lose. — Vee Hoffman

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Charlie Trotter

I am actually a very gentle person. — Charlie Trotter

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By Mark Helprin

HERE AT THE GOLDEN GATE IS THE ETERNAL RAINBOW THAT HE CONCEIVED AND SET TO FORM. A PROMISE INDEED THAT THE RACE OF MAN SHALL ENDURE INTO THE AGES. Like — Mark Helprin

Metronomes Synchronizing Quotes By James Joyce

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling. — James Joyce