Ottershaw Cottage Quotes & Sayings

I feel like Luke and I are on an island that's sinking and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I can swim, though. If Luke can't, then it's too bad. He's had sixteen years to learn. — Cath Crowley

Power has only one duty - to secure the social welfare of the People. — Benjamin Disraeli

The library, like the thrift shop, specialised in the leavings of the elderly dead. — Nell Zink

In the future, 'the networked' will sometimes form alliances with the Silicon Valley companies against Congress, but sometimes we are going to want and need to target our campaigns for change at the companies themselves. — Rebecca MacKinnon

You are the master of my heart. I am a slave to you're soul. Intertwined in a perfect embrace that I will never release myself from. — Truth Devour

All heroes' news, like something from the songs, but there's nothing like others' successes to make your own failures sting the worse. — Joe Abercrombie

The noblest deeds are well enough set forth in simple language; emphasis spoils them. — Jean De La Bruyere

Tear thyself from delay. — Horace

It was sort of good it happened because it broke the ice with everyone. — Dannii Minogue

By her estimation, the woman had probably been five years old during the height of the war. Listening to panicked voices in the next room. The majority of the living memories now owned by then-children. — Aimee Bender

So far things are going my way. I am known in the hospice as The Man Who Wouldn't Die. I don't know if this is true or not, but I think some people, not many, are starting to wonder why I'm still around. — Art Buchwald

I know all about broken things. I came from a broken house, and a broken land full of broken people. I have a broken soul and a broken heart. This man doesn't know it, but all his cracks align with mine. — Laura Thalassa

At a magazine, everything you do is edited by a bunch of people, by committee, and a lot of them are, were, or think of themselves as writers. Part of that is because magazines worry about their voice. — Chuck Klosterman

As a rule it offended her to be rescued, but this one time she would have welcomed it, been gracious even. And grateful. With staggering suddenness she felt lost, defeated, small and middle-aged, and hurt. This time she would die.

To counteract this frailty of spirit, she picked up the ax and held it in her two hands, the handle across her chest. The blade, evil-looking and running red with the light from the fire, comforted her. The wooden handle felt warm and strong, the ax head heavy and sharp.

Courage returned - or the last vestiges of reality departed. A dreamlike quality took over; a nightmare, but one experienced from the point of view of the monster. Anna was not afraid. She felt very little either internally or externally. — Nevada Barr