Neagra Sarului Quotes & Sayings

We walked to his Harley, and when I wrapped my arms around him, he rested his hand on mine.
"I'm glad you were there tonight, Pidge. I've never had so much fun at a fight in my life."
I perched my chin on his shoulder and smiled. "That was because you were trying to win our bet."
He angled his neck to face me. "Damn right I was." There was no amusement in his eyes, he was serious, and he wanted me to see it.
My eyebrows shot up. "Is that why you were in such a bad mood today? Because you knew they'd fixed the boilers, and I would be leaving tonight?"
Travis didn't answer; he only smiled as he started his motorcycle. The drive to the apartment was uncharacteristically slow. At every stoplight, Travis would either cover my hands with his, or he would rest his hand on my knee. — Jamie McGuire

Black-on black crime' is jargon, violence on language, which vanishes the men who engineered the covenants, who fixed the loans, who planned the projects, who built the streets and sold red ink by the barrel. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

A farmer depends on himself, and the land and the weather. If you're a farmer, you raise what you eat, you raise what you wear, and you keep warm with wood out of your own timber. You work hard, but you work as you please, and no man can tell you to go or come. You'll be free and independent, son, on a farm. — Laura Ingalls Wilder

Someday you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon. — Modest Mouse

A third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes
for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life. — R.A. Salvatore

Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude. — Audrey Niffenegger

I'll call you guys so you can talk me down from my gay-men-who-fall-for-breeders ledge. — S.E. Culpepper

No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors. — Margaret Fuller