Nuclide Quotes & Sayings

stop for a drink, which made him feel — Jeffrey Archer

I was so drained I felt as if I were staring through a telescope at the light of a star dead for a million years. — Isabel Allende

He no longer felt anything for that person, but not feeling anything for that person had been a conscious act of will, like turning away from someone in the street even though you saw them constantly, and pretending you couldn't see them day after day until one day, you actually couldn't - or so you could make yourself believe. — Hanya Yanagihara

Written pages are something that can be returned to, reclaimed, and when they are marvelous, never lose their power. — James Salter

The nominee is Mitt Romney. Paul Ryan joins Mitt Romney. The budget plan, the approach on Medicare and all of that is going to be the Romney plan. What he has is a man as his number two who understands the details of budgets, who has demonstrated a willingness to take on tough issues. — John Sununu

As she spoke, I wanted to cry, because sometimes it's just so damn hard to be a mother. We have to wait and wait and wait for our children to open their hearts to us. And if that doesn't work, we have to bide our time and look for the moment of weakness when we can sneak back into their lives and they will see us and remember us for the people who love them unconditionally. — Lisa See

Covetousness is a sort of mental gluttony, not confined to money, but craving honor, and feeding on selfishness. — Nicolas Chamfort

At Gatling-gun tempo word-perfect the first time out. the journalistic equivalent of a high-wire front somersault without a net. — Shana Alexander

Work hard, play hard, stay hard. I coined it first back 1993. — Scott Deuty

After the final buzzer, I'm officially giving up men, buying several vibrators, and joining a convent. Actually, I'm pretty sure those last two things are mutually exclusive, so ... Just the vibrators, then. — Julie Johnson

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language ... everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious. — Wilfred Owen