Nikias Chryssos Quotes & Sayings

There are the horror fans that love the 'Evil Dead' because of the humor, but I'm sure it's not all of them. Not all horror fans love 'Evil Dead' because of the humor, at least not me. — Fede Alvarez

Determine what specific goal you want to achieve. Then dedicate yourself to its attainment with unswerving singleness of purpose, the trenchant zeal of a crusader. — Paul J. Meyer

She wanted to take a look at you, too. She heard you were a hunk."
"Is that so?" Amused, Brian shifted. "Did you tell her that?"
"I certainly did not. I have more respect for you than to speak of you in such a sexist way."
"Respect's a good thing." He yanked her into the box, crushing his mouth to hers before she could laugh. "But I'm banking on passion just at the moment. Have you passion for me, Keeley?" he murmured against her mouth. — Nora Roberts

could practically hear Henry's subtle, pointed smile in response to those words. "Then you don't need to worry about me," he said. "Do you? — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Pass the raspberry jam, please." "It's called jelly in the States." Zander handed over the tiny jar of compote. — Karina Bliss

Such speculation is like staring into the hot white sun. you know the sun is there but you can't see a thing. — Joyce Carol Oates

Teachers craft classrooms that are good matches for their teaching styles as well as for learner needs. — Carol Ann Tomlinson

But tales like this must not be taken as truth. You must remind yourself that it is hard to tell where truth ends and a lie begins. So listen all you like, but disbelieve all you hear ...
You are in the city of lies. — Arlene J. Chai

There's no place left inside me for you. — Kathryn Stockett

There will always be a easy path and a right path. — J.K. Rowling

sidewalk, waited until the butt cooled, and — Jonathan Kellerman

Strike at a great man, and you will not miss. — Sophocles

And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
Oh, I shall be stiff and cold
When I forget you, hearts of gold;
The land where I shall mind you not
Is the land where all's forgot.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
About your work in town and farm
Still you'll keep my head from harm,
Still you'll help me, hands that gave
A grasp to friend me to the grave. — A.E. Housman