Notchke Quotes & Sayings

Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
"You're all horrible," said Matthias. — Leigh Bardugo

The past is one evil less and one memory more. — Elbert Hubbard

I believe there is no liturgy in the world, either in ancient or modern language, which breathes more of a solid, scriptural, rational piety, than the Common Prayer of the Church of England. And though the main of it was compiled considerably more than two hundred years ago, yet is the language of it, not only pure, but strong and elegant in the highest degree. — John Wesley

Everyone meets a silver-tongued serpent at some point. — Karina Halle

Each of us is several, is man, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways. — Pascal Mercier

Like mercy from heaven's gate, there's a freedom in your arms that carries me through. I need you. — LeAnn Rimes

A warrior of light needs both patience and speed. He treats each situation as if it were unique. — Paulo Coelho

The most practical, the most dignified way of going on in the world is to take people at their word, when you have no positive reason to the contrary. — Mahatma Gandhi

A newspaper is a public trust, and we will suffer as a society without them. It is not the Internet that has killed them. It is their own greed, it is their own stupidity, and it is capitalism that has taken our daily newspapers from us. — Michael Moore

People in America, of course, live in all sorts of fashions, because they are foreigners, or unlucky, or depraved, or without ambition; people live like that, but Americans live in white detached houses with green shutters. Rigidly, blindly, the dream takes precedence. — Margaret Mead

She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little, little squirrel. — John Cheever