Pacherata Quotes & Sayings

I absolutely love reading; it is a fantastic way of unwinding. — Louise Nurding

I certainly play people on the edge quite a lot. I am interested in what makes people odd and what makes them different. In life I try to play the edges. I have a horror of the herd. There are many, many different sorts of people. A lot of people are fairly uninteresting. I want to play the interesting ones. The villains are always more interesting to portray. Shakespeare knew that. — Jeremy Irons

You just can never count on a formula, on a movie that you think is going to be a big hit, and that's why you do it. You have to choose each one for what you think you'll learn and the fun you'll have. And maybe the cool people that you work with or a character that you're going to be able to explore ... You just keep your fingers crossed. — Susan Sarandon

Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

What we do with this peace-whether we preserve it and defend it, or whether we lose it and let it slip away-will be the measure of our worthiness of the spirit and sacrifice of the hundreds of thousands who gave their lives in two World Wars, Korea, and in Vietnam. — Richard M. Nixon

It is immoral to hold an opinion in order to curry another's favor; mercenary, servile, and against the dignity of human liberty to yield and submit; supremely stupid to believe as a matter of habit; irrational to decide according to the majority opinion, as if the number of sages exceeded the infinite number of fools. — Giordano Bruno

I am not well qualified to criticize the theory of rational expectations and the efficient market hypothesis because as a market participant I considered them so unrealistic that I never bothered to study them. — George Soros

You can become rich by being cheap but the problem is that even though you are rich, you are still cheap — Robert Kiyosaki

Someday you'll remember what I said and you'll thank me for it.
Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she'd have to spend the best years of her womanhood hunting up people to tell them that they were right and to thank them. — Betty Smith

Yet here poor fool for all my lore, I stand no wiser than before — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Had she told him that she loved him? Yes, of course, many times; but it was his imagination - the prompter's voice at his ear - which had added the words "for ever." He hadn't asked what she meant when she told him she loved him. What lover ever does? Those plush and gilded words rarely seem to need annotation at the time. — Julian Barnes

Maybe she truly was hideous. But so long as she could deceive everyone, what did it matter? — Marissa Meyer

Shhhh," Johnny soothed, sliding his hands up and down her back, nuzzling her hair. "Car thieves don't cry, baby. You gotta toughen up if you're gonna have a future with good old Clyde here."

"I like it when you do that."

"What?"

"Call me baby," Maggie whispered.

"You liked it when I called you Bonnie too," he replied with a smile in his voice. "Why?"

"You used to call me baby all the time. It makes me believe you can love me again."

Johnny wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and lifted her to him, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks before he touched his lips to hers.

"I'm already there Maggie. I fell in love when you begged me to help you escape the cops. I fell in love when we danced to Nat King Cole singing 'Stardust' on a moonlit beach. Hell, I fell in love when you told me how blondes spell farm."

"E-I-E-I-O," Maggie quipped wetly.

Johnny laughed and held her tightly. — Amy Harmon

I liked this rich lifestyle, but I loved the poor lifestyle better. The less money people had, the less greedy they seemed to be. The people who lived around our flocks seemed to always love everyone around them. Even though they aren't always happy and can't always afford the bills, they are still glad to be alive. — Shannon A. Thompson

{Lotho: "Help?"}
Daemon: "Yes. Help. It's a pretty easy word. I could give you the definition if you like."
Whelp, there went sarcasm-free Daemon.
The glass shattered in Lotho's hand.
Daemon frowned as shards of glass tinkled to the floor. "And that is why we can't have nice things. — Jennifer L. Armentrout, J. Lynn