Neocleous House Quotes & Sayings

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her. — Sara Sheridan

There's only X amount of time. You can do whatever you want with that time. It's your time. — Lou Reed

I'm an actor and a writer, that's how I think of myself. Sometimes my time is divided equally, sometimes less equally, but that's what I do. — Mark Gatiss

Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own. — Jean Vanier

Hell has no true bottom. — Haruki Murakami

It was precisely midnight when he stepped through the door. Taylor had said he wanted everyone in the Incident Room an hour before first light the next day, but Perez wasn't ready for sleep. As he switched on the kettle to make tea, he remembered he hadn't eaten since lunchtime and stuck sliced bread under the grill, fished margarine and marmalade from the fridge. He'd have breakfast now, save time in the morning. — Ann Cleeves

We have a tendency to want the other person to be a finished product while we give ourselves the grace to evolve. — T.D. Jakes

He was full of ironical admiration of his childishness and innocence in letting a wandering and characterless and scandalous American load him up with deceptions of so transparent a character that they ought not to have deceived the housecat. On the other hand, he was remorselessly severe upon me for beguiling him, by studied and discreditable artifice, into bragging and boasting about his poor game in the presence of a professional expert disguised in lies and frauds, who could empty more balls in billiard pockets in an hour than he could empty into a basket in a day. — Mark Twain

To have your childhood dream realized is a really big deal. — Maya Rudolph

I stopped acting because I had other passions I wanted to pursue. — Tina Yothers

I had always wanted to go down that path at some point, I just hadn't met anyone to go down it with. which begged another question: why hadn't I? What was wrong with me? Oh yes, I knew exactly what I was crying about. It was the fear of being a last resort. Of missing out. And not just on one Saturday night of partying with people I didn't know. On life. The life that everyone else seemed to find so easy to have. — Carrie Adams