Oarless Quotes & Sayings

You know," he says, peeking inside the bag. "It's okay. Because ham and cheese is my absolute favorite ... and an apple? It's like, the lunch of champions."
I stifle another yawn. "It doesn't get much better than that, right?"
"Only if you were eating with me," he says. — Katie Klein

A valid answer comes when the question is lived. — Elizabeth Vongsaravanh

If you look up a word in the dictionary, you find it defined by a string of other words, the meanings of which can be discovered by looking them up in a dictionary, leading to more words that can be looked up in turn. There is no exit from the dictionary. — Louis Menand

I know from your letters and from seeing you after your play that you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four. In fact our whole generation is like that. I read an article about it, it's because we never fought in a war or watched too much television or something. — David Nicholls

There's a difference between solitude and loneliness. — Maggie Smith

Women inevitably have to work a little bit harder to be heard. Hollywood is disgustingly sexist. It's crazy. — Kristen Stewart

It was so quiet you could hear a fly run into a wall. Everyone was staring at me like I'd just pulled up my shirt and asked for some beads. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I loved a maid as red as autumn [ ... ] with sunset in her hair. — George R R Martin

God gave Davie Cooper a talent. He would not be disappointed with how it was used — Walter Smith

Genius: The capacity to see and to express what is simple, simply! — Bruce Lee

You feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four. — David Nicholls

Seven o'clock on a Monday morning, five hundred years after the End of the World, and goblins had been at the cellar again. — Joanne Harris