Milliseconds To Minutes Quotes & Sayings

I always want to be an actress. — Chloe Grace Moretz

Oh, I dasn't, Mars Tom. Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me. 'Deed she would. — Mark Twain

But I can see. I can see everything. I can see things that Mom and Dad can't. Or won't. — Edward Bloor

I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive. (Explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick) — Laurie Anderson

I just want to create amazing music that speaks and defines who I am. I want it to be based on my life and/or what I am going through at that specific time. — Heather Headley

All I'm saying is that I don't want to sort of fall in love with fifty different people. I'd rather find one person and fall completely, deeply in over my head. — Anna White

Out of water, I am nothing. — Duke Kahanamoku

Short of actual blunders, lack of faith in one's position is the chief cause of defeat. To be sure, it is easy to recommend faith and not so easy to practise it. — Fred Reinfeld

I'm taking you out, to meet my friends. I'm taking you,' she put a hand to my cheek, 'to my club. — Sarah Waters

The monsters we can't see are the scariest ones of all. — Cassia Leo

Sorry, sorry, don't mind me, coming through, oh why hello there - " This to a particularly handsome Kai look-alike droid, which had no more reaction than any of the others. "Or not," she muttered, brushing past him. "Pardon me, a little space, please? — Marissa Meyer

Alfriston is a compact village set around a rather traffic-weary High Street, mainly of old, timbered buildings. The principal sights lie to the east on the river side. — David Hewson

Eyes open, then, I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don't really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are. — Veronica Roth

What hostile parasite is tunneling through her sphincter? (Zarina) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I walked slowly out on the beach. A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again: WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND. I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell. Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other. Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand. The tide was coming in. — Arthur Gordon Webster