Nachemistry Quotes & Sayings

I mostly eat ice cream at night in sweatpants, the uniform of ice cream eating. I'll toss the lid even before I start eating the pint, because I'm not a quitter — Jim Gaffigan

AND HE was just so amazing," I said as I braided Gary's hair. "Like so selfless and awesome and he smelled like leaves and I think his eyebrows should be declared a treasure of the Kingdom. — T.J. Klune

Why spend your whole life on the high seas looking for treasure,' Peter asked, talking to the clouds as he scaled a rope up what remained of the half-crumbled mast, 'when you could have a promised pay check in exchange for all the life you'd live between nine-and-five. — Audrey Greathouse

Easy now," says Pigpen in a smooth tone. — Katie McGarry

America still is an exceptional country. We love to lead and we love to win. And we do it, when we take on any challenge and when we take - we support our friends. — Jeb Bush

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke! — Robert Browning

The love you do have in your life should not be overshadowed by the love you don't — Steven Aitchison

Regeneration VS Decisionism — Paul David Washer

We can taste what's in our mouths, touch what's within our reach, smell within hundreds of metres and hear within tens of miles. But it's only through our vision that we are in communication with the sun and stars. — Gavin Francis

Though the people of this modest village were not accustomed to seeing such barbaric men as Varg, it was his inhuman features that had the citizens of Fellenshire Village on edge. Not only was Varg's hair whiter than an old wise man's beard, but he was nearly six and a half feet tall and easily towered over the shaken folk of the village. His enormous stature alone would intimidate even the most hardened warriors, but with Varg's hair paired with his silver eyes, the people of this small town whispered that the devil himself may be walking amongst them. — Brittany Comeaux

These books ... , she begins, and stops. I am frightened for her, for myself decades from now, struggling to retain dignity with two strangers as they take away my books. I can see the straight line to her grave, to mine. — Deborah Meyler

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it. — W. Somerset Maugham