P3500 Quotes & Sayings

Subjecting other living things to pain, suffering, and death is the biggest fault in the human race — Zoe Rosenberg

Fear does different things to people. Some run away. Some go forward to meet it before it's there. — Anne Perry

When you find yourself thinking about someone or something in the same old negative way, just stop yourself. Think. Check. Change. Refresh. Job done. Smile. Move on. Do this enough times and you will change. For the better; for the stronger. — Bear Grylls

You are not crazy, Snow. You were just lied to. You are not evil. You have magic. It's not a curse. It's a gift. I may be a liar, but I this much is true. — Danielle Paige

So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want ... So then try (to be happy). — Elizabeth Scott

The impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him — Elizabeth George Speare

then reached over with his left hand and lifted Andy's gun from its — Lou Bradshaw

When I try to describe myself to God I say, "Lord, remember me? Black? Female? Six-foot tall? The writer?" And I almost always get God's attention. — Maya Angelou

Victory needs conflict as its preface. — Charles Spurgeon

Whatever task you're set, find some way to love it. Sunny wondered if Josiah's words applied to standing with a face of stone so the person in front of her wouldn't know how much she wanted to scream. — Megan Hart

The wisest man I have ever known once said to me: 'Nine out of every ten people improve on acquaintance,' and I have found his words true. — Frank Arthur Swinnerton

The day came when my travels took me to Pyrrha. As soon as I set foot there, everything I had imagined was forgotten; Pyrrha had become what is Pyrrha; and I thought I had always known that the sea is invisible from the city, hidden behind a due of the low, rolling coast; that the streets are long and straight; that the houses are clumped at intervals, not high, and they are separated by open lots with stacks of lumber and with sawmills; that the wind stirs the vanes of the water pumps. From that moment on the name Pyrrha has brought to my mind this view, this light, this buzzing, this air in which a yellowish dust flies: obviously the name means this and could mean nothing but this. — Italo Calvino