Migliorati Doll Quotes & Sayings

There was no speaking among the string of riders. The sharp cold, the fatigue of the journey, and a new sensation of a catching in the breath, partly as if they had just emerged from very clear crisp water, and partly as if they had been sobbing, kept them silent. — Charles Dickens

And never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did. — Jack Kerouac

A lot of my characters are underdogs or sad or lonely, but I had a comfortable, golden sort of childhood. — Anthony Browne

Lily stopped dead in the doorway to her room and then took a step back. Apollo cocked his head. It'd been a very long day full of trepidation mixed with tediousness and he'd used up all his patience. "If you leave, I'll follow you out and we'll have this discussion in the hallway where everyone can hear." She scowled ferociously at him, but came all the way in the room and shut the door. "What do you want to talk about?" "Us." "There's nothing to discuss." "Yes," he said patiently, "there is. — Elizabeth Hoyt

We have to face difficulties to find out what our true strengths are. How we come back from failure is a very valuable test. — Wendy Higgins

Cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour. — Khaled Hosseini

It's not a company of exponents of my style. — Graeme Murphy

Economists have much to be humble about. — Paul Samuelson

For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness. — James Baldwin

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky. — Laini Taylor

If architecture is, as is sometimes said, music set in concrete, then football and basketball may be said to be creativity embodied in team sports. — Michael Mandelbaum

She rested her head on Esther's shoulder and let the fuzzy warmth of her hug flow through her. It was the kind of warmth that clicked your bones back into place, smoothed out your muscles and made your blood sing a soft lullaby all the way around your body. — Joy Cowley

Can I go forward when my heart is here? — William Shakespeare