Paternoster Lakes Quotes & Sayings

It neither is reason nor in any wise to be suffered that the young king, our master and kinsman, should be in the hands of custody of his mother's kindred, sequestered in great measure from our company and attendance, the which is neither honorable to his majesty nor unto us. — Richard III Of England

The times are very bad. Very well, you are there to make them better. — Thomas Carlyle

Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one. — A.J. Liebling

Yet the Narrator's quest is not only for his own identity and vocation. He seeks an understanding of art, sexuality and worldly and political affairs: he is a snoop and a voyeur; he comments and classifies; his taxonomic impulse makes the novel appear to be a vast compendium, replete with burrowing wasps and bedsteads, military strategies, stereoscopes, asparagus and aeroplanes. — Adam A. Watt

I remember when you used to have your profession on your passport and I always thought that being a painter was the best one to be, because my heroes were Goya and Francis Bacon. — Damien Hirst

I like things that I feel comfortable in. — Annette Bening

There's an art to being a good actor, there's an art to being a celebrity, and there's an art to longevity. — Rocky Carroll

Don't call a girl a flirt, she's just trying to be nice. Don't call a girl obsessed when she's just in love. — Zayn Malik

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near. — Yosa Buson

Envy and hatred fascinate the eyes and never make them see things as they are. — Margaret Of Valois

Sept 15 1930 at the independence festival of the school of cretins ... At the head of the table by the bowl of pomegranates, Senora Bartolome had put a note: Take only one, our Lord Jesus is watching!.
A second note appeared at the foot of the table beside the sugared almonds: Take all you want, Jesus is looking at the pomegranates. — Barbara Kingsolver

I'm bringing raw sex appeal. That's my whole thing. — Kenna

There was a time," he finally said, "when I would have acknowledged your reticence and given you time and space to reach your own decision."
He tipped my head down again and slid his fingers to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Then he lowered his lips to my ear.
"This is not that time, Merit."
And then his mouth was on mine, and he took my breath away again. He kissed me like a man possessed, like a man with nothing more on his mind but the taste and feel of me.
Like a man returned to life. — Chloe Neill

Lord of the Muck. — Ottilie Weber