Patti Warashina Quotes & Sayings

I'm going to be climbing for my whole life. — Chris Sharma

Only those who feel little in the eyes of God, can hope to be mighty in the eyes of men. — Ernst Moritz Arndt

It's worse than treachery. He's using force. Is that worse than guile? — Pamela Dean

By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This is to me is a miracle. — Kurt Vonnegut

He's charmed by her as if she were some fairy!" continued Arabella. "See how he looks round at her, and lets his eyes rest on her. I am inclined to think that she don't care for him quite so much as he does for her. She's not a particular warm-hearted creature to my thinking, though she cares for him pretty middling much
as much as she's able to; and he could make her heart ache a bit if he liked to try
which he's too simple to do. — Thomas Hardy

Anyone who doesn't design, accepts to be designed. — Giulio Carlo Argan

When you're small, you can choose which way to grow. If you're kind and decent, you grow into a kind and decent man. The idea that if you were mean, you might stay mean forever had never occurred to him. — Nancy Farmer

Why think about tomorrow today, when you don't even know if there will be a tomorrow, or if there is, if you'll be there tomorrow? — Art Hochberg

I am your father." He glanced at Seth and smirked. "That's the second Star Wars nod. Keeping track? — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Before this dumping was halted in the 1990s, the United States had dumped many hundreds of thousands of drums into about fifty ocean sites - almost fifty thousand of them in the Fallarones alone. — Bill Bryson

Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning, as an unavoidable matter of fact. Little Debbie's mom down the block might say, 'Honey, look both ways before crossing the street.' My mother's version: 'You don't look, you get smash flat like sand dab.' (Sand dabs were the cheap fish we bought live in the market, distinguished in my mind by their two eyes affixed on one side of their woebegone cartoon faces.)
The warnings grew worse, depending on the danger at hand. Sex education, for example, consisted of the following advice: 'Don't ever let boy kiss you. You do, you can't stop. Then you have baby. You put baby in garbage can. Police find you, put you in jail, then you life over, better just kill youself. — Amy Tan

The thought trail one another in my brain running from the back up to the front and dripping down again under my chin: I'm no one; I'll never make it in my life; I'm about to get revealed as a fake, I've already been revealed as a fake but I don't know it yet; I know I'm a fake and pretend not to. All the good thoughts - the normal ones, the ones that have occasionally surfaced since last fall - scramble out the front of my brain in terror of what lives in my neck and spine. This is the worst it'll ever be — Ned Vizzini