Ocoin Of Game Quotes & Sayings

When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on her exclaiming, "What beautiful stars and what a glorious night!" the Secretary said "Yes," but seemed to prefer to see the night and the stars in the light of her lovely little countenance, to looking out of window. — Charles Dickens

It was the human's fault that our worlds separated, and because they separated, I had to choose. I hate choosing. Why are humans always so insistent on picking one thing or the other? If one must choose, why not pick the option that allows both?"
"Because our lives are short ... so we have to make decisions ... to move forward. Because sometimes ... you can't have everything. — Addison Lane

I think of myself as a content creator and hopefully one day a content enabler and supporter of others, so that's what my immediate and hopefully future journey is. — Lake Bell

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one. — Walter Payton

I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman. — Charlotte Bronte

We were bleeding information from the nose and ears, though dazed and disoriented was not how I experienced it. Most of the time, I felt like I was three years old, high on chocolate cake and social networks, constantly wired, ingesting information and news about information, books and books about books, data and metadata - I was, in other words, overstimulated yet gluttonous for more. — Marilyn Johnson

The bacterium Escherichia coli (E. Coli) takes about twenty minutes to divide. So after one hour, one E. Coli cell has turned into eight. After only six and a half hours, there will be over a million bacteria! — Jennifer Gardy

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! — J.R.R. Tolkien

Loving my Poet as I do, though, I try hard to understand what a poet is. The first clue lies in the fact that my Poet - every poet - is an insomniac. My own reads or wanders about our apartment for the best part of most nights. She told me she often feels she would give up every poem she's ever written for one good night's sleep. — Naeem Murr