Montalift Quotes & Sayings

After he made up his mind to spend the rest of the war in the hospital, Yossarian wrote letters to everyone he knew saying that he was in the hospital but never mentioning why. One day he had a better idea. To everyone he knew he wrote that he was going on a very dangerous mission. "They asked for volunteers. It's very dangerous, but someone has to do it. I'll write you the instant I get back." And he had not written anyone since. — Joseph Heller

As a kid my heart would break for the villains. — Criss Jami

I got my first real six string, bought it at the five and dime, played it 'til my fingers bled. — Bryan Adams

I really love my food. My favourite thing is artichokes. I am not so much interested in desserts or chocolate, though. I also like to cook with my husband Damian. — Helen McCrory

No matter where I've been overseas, the food stinks, except in Italy. — Carmen Electra

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek. She inhaled his masculine scent, he smelled of engine grease, citrus hand cleaner and man. She turned in his arms and laid her cheek over his beating heart, treasuring the haven of his embrace ... — Tamara Hoffa

Scared is the price brave people pay to enjoy lives that make history. — Robin Sharma

It ain't time to teach her how to float, just dive and rescue her. — Toba Beta

I heard people say that when you lose someone you love, they keep thinking they see him. Like when a stranger walks by, they'll do a double take to make sure it's not him. They'll hear his voice in a cafe only to realize that what they heard was the sound of some baritone DJ on the radio. — Kyra Davis

The child was slender as a fleeting hope. — William Peter Blatty

Old film-noir movies. There's something comforting about watching black-and-white movies, and hearing this kind of music just puts me in a fantasy world. It's a really great escape for me. — Petra Haden

The state of the world, of course, is constantly changing, and so is theory. — Teresa De Lauretis

If there is a special Hades for writers is would be in the forced contemplation of their own works. — John Dos Passos

It was an ocean she lived across from, ran beside everyday, but Julian knew how much it terrified her. She could force herself into it, sick and shaking, but he hated watching her do it, hated watching his strong Emma torn to shreds by the terror of something so primal and nameless she couldn't explain it even to herself.
It made him want to kill things, destroy things to keep her safe. Even though she could keep herself safe. Even though she was the bravest person he knew. — Cassandra Clare