Mischling Novel Quotes & Sayings

Marketing's illusive promise is that this one product will change your life, make you feel more sexy, satisfy all your heart's desires. — L.G. Durand

I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same. — J.R. Ward

Five heads are definitely better than one when they're thinking in the same perspective. I think that you really need to have people that you trust. And for me, trust comes from that synchronizing, that same-mindedness. — Mike Tyson

And He watched over me before I knew Him and before I learned sense or even distinguished between good and evil. — St Patrick

There is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals. — John Updike

Shanta shook her head emphatically, "That would distract your attention, and attention is the whole point. Attention to the experience of something given, something you haven't invented. Not the memory of a form of words addressed to somebody in your imagination. — Aldous Huxley

I tell you, I feel like a real novice as far as horror goes. — Lawrence Kasdan

Loneliness is no excuse for compromise. Be comfortable with yourself before you choose to be with someone else just to avoid being alone. — Yadin Kaufmann

Can't wait for what our great great grandrobots discover in our buried data — Karin

Everyone in Arthur Anderson's life was fixated on happily-ever-after, and it was seriously pissing him off. — Anonymous

It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. And why, if this
and much more than this is true
why are we yet surprised in the window corner by a sudden vision that the young man in the chair is of all things in the world the most real, the most solid, the best known to us
why indeed? For the moment after we know nothing about him.
Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love. — Virginia Woolf