Nius Quotes & Sayings

I'm sorry about your dad. He was a good man. He adjusted his position again so she was neatly blocked against the wall. — Liliana Hart

I've always seen myself as a winner, even as a kid. If I hadn't, I just might have gone down the drain a couple of times. I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it 'til the end of the race. — Truman Capote

Oh, I'm sorry," I say in a sugary voice. "Did you not like that? I thought that's what you wanted. I mean, why else would you be getting all grabby with my man? — Susan Ee

Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade. — Alaska Angelini

I love, I love beauty
and in it I worship my follies,
the ones I found on my own,
and the ones to which I was led — Adonis

You can read me like a book. If I'm not having a good time, which is very rare, then you'll know. — Peter Frampton

(Lisa Henson about her father) He admired the job of the man who walks along the road picking up trash with a long stick. He thought that guy had a great job, walking along with a stick, enjoying the road, and doing only good in the world, with hundreds of small actions. — Jim Henson

To everything that comes near you, I am jealous.
-Usagi — Shungiku Nakamura

difference between a child and an adult is not years, rather it's a willingness to accept responsibility, to be responsible for one's own actions. — Louis L'Amour

Yale's greatness carries an urgent need to guard against the fall of excellence into exclusivity, of refinement into preciousness, of elegance into class and convention. — Benno C. Schmidt Jr.

I have never thought where I will go, or forced any targets on myself. — Sachin Tendulkar

He pulled the knitting away from her, throwing it in the grass, then sank down on his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her lap. He was shaking, she realized, and the tears were pouring down her face, onto him, as she stroked his long, silken hair and cried.
She didn't care what it sounded like - the hiccupping noises, the choking sobs.
Her own body was shaking, racked by the final release, and he sat back on his heels and pulled her out of the chair, into his arms, holding her so tightly that a weaker woman might break, whispering to her in Japanese, sweet, loving words, letting her cry.
She was a strong woman, and her tears, so long denied, only made her stronger.
His heart was pounding against hers, his hands firm and tender, pushing the hair away from her tear-drenched face. When he kissed her she couldn't breathe, and she didn't care. — Anne Stuart

Anna, I only know this: when it is your turn to die - my turn, anyone's - when it is time for you to let go of one life and reach out for another, you will be left with no choice but to hurl yourself willingly into the mother arms of transfiguration. It's not an end. It's a beginning. — Jill Alexander Essbaum