Morewood Mystery Quotes & Sayings

There are only five notes in the musical scale, but their variations are so many that they cannot all be heard. There are only five basic colors, but their variations are so many that they cannot all be seen. There are only five basic flavors, but their variations are so many that they cannot all be tasted. There are only two kinds of charge in battle, the unorthodox surprise attack and the orthodox direct attack, but variations of the unorthodox and the orthodox are endless. The unorthodox and the orthodox give rise to each other, like a beginningless circle-who could exhaust them? — Sun Tzu

Later, when they would spend straight hours conversing in the dark, Jane would realize that Henry kissed the way he talked- his entire attention taut, focused, intensely hers. — Shannon Hale

It pleases me that people can be interactive. — Tracey Emin

Nurses who determine the need for restraints must obtain a physician's order as soon as possible. — Janice Rider Ellis

A lot of people say that my life is wasted on me because I could be a bigger asshole than I am, but I've chosen not to be. — Bette Midler

The economy of the United States gross domestic product doubled from 1996 to 2015, doubled, more than, $8.8 trillion to $17.1 trillion. And the median household income went down. — Mark Shields

Bodhichitta is our heart - our wounded, softened heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die. This love is bodhichitta. It is gentle and warm; it is clear and sharp; it is open and spacious. The awakened heart of bodhichitta is the basic goodness of all beings. — Pema Chodron

Once a movie goes out into the world, it belongs to anyone who goes to see it. — Peter Webber

Traveling light gives me a way to set down what would otherwise be the baggage of someone else' decision to cling to well-worn path. — Brandan Roberston

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. — Charles Bukowski

In the dark, with the windows lit and the rows of books glittering, the library is a closed space, a universe of self-serving rules that pretend to replace or translate those of the shapeless universe beyond. — Alberto Manguel

Emma was a shocking driver, simultaneously sloppy and petrified, and for the first fifty miles had been absent-mindedly driving with her spectacles on top of her contact lenses so that other traffic loomed menacingly out of nowhere like alien space cruisers. — David Nicholls