Ouat Inspirational Quotes & Sayings

Aging is a mortal term that my immortal spirit doesn't quite grasp. — Richelle E. Goodrich

It's a useful rule in Anglo-American communications that the English should double, and the Americans halve, the number of words they would normally employ. — Phyllis Bentley

Victoria summarized it with this last gem, "Look, all I know is that it's really hard for a couple to ask for a divorce from each other when their genitals are buried in each other's faces. — Luke Young

Still, we often talked on the farm of the Safaris that we had been on. Camping places fix themselves in your mind as if you had spent long periods of your life in them. You will remember a curve of your wagon track in the grass of the plain, like the features of a friend. — Karen Blixen

Math is easy; design is hard. — Jeffrey Veen

The great would not think themselves demigods if the little did not worship them. — Pierre-Claude-Victor Boiste

I put my hands on my hips. "What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Come on, Vi," he says, keeping his voice low. "You just need to add your boots and you're like the forest version of Lara Croft."
"Excuse me? Lara who?"
"I mean, it's really sexy and everything." He pulls me closer and slips his arms around my waist. "But it's not exactly the way I'd want you to meet my mom. — Rachel Morgan

I love TV. I think I'd do a half-hour single-camera comedy. — Lauren Graham

As many thoughts in succession substantiate themselves, we shall by and by stand in a new world of our own creation, and no longer strangers and pilgrims in a traditionary globe. My friends have come to me unsought ... Will these, too, seperate themselves from me again, or some of them? I know not, but I fear it not; for my relation to them is so pure, that we hold by simple affinity, and the Genius of my life being thus social, the same affinity will exert its energy on whomsoever is as noble as these men and women, wherever I may be. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Touring is one of my favorite things about what I get to do. — T. Mills

Her mother's last words rang in her head. Louder than the screams and shouts from outside the dropship. Louder than all the alarms. Louder than the frantic thud of Glass's broken heart. — Kass Morgan

Love is active penetration of the other person, in which my desire to know is stilled by union. In the act of fusion I know you, I know myself, I know everybody - and I "know" nothing. — Erich Fromm