Paukenshof Quotes & Sayings

(Max) He shook his head impatiently. "You'll be all right. I've got to go. Lora ... " he hesitated, then with a muttered, "Hell!" swooped over her. Before she knew what was happening, he had her pinned back against the seat and his mouth was on hers, hard and hot and almost brutal in its demand. His hand was rough and warm on her breast. Lora's senses exploded. She forgot the men outside the car, her anger with Max, everything as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a hunger that had been building inside her forever ... — Karen Robards

Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is precious. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made names for them new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lorien there was no stain. — J.R.R. Tolkien

When your heart is broken, when your heart has cracks in it, it lets the light in. — Ellen DeGeneres

I tend not to worry about what the perception is. I think people have their different views over different things. They have different opinions over different business models and over different business interests. — Bruno Zheng Wu

The principles of living greatly include the capacity to face trouble with courage, disappointment with cheerfulness, and trial with humility. — Thomas S. Monson

I thought of walks in the English countryside, where people start shouting at you as soon as you stray from the footpath. — George Monbiot