Paulicians Quotes & Sayings

The trouble with words is that they give us the illusory sense that we are making ourselves understood as well as understanding what others are saying. However, when we turn around and come face-to-face with our destiny, we discover that words are not enough. — Paulo Coelho

You're mine," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. "You're mine."
And much later, when they were exhausted and spent, lying in each other's arms, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I'm yours. — Julia Quinn

I am starting to hate airports and the whole business of getting onto the plane. It all takes so long I want to scream. — Greg Wise

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. — Cassandra Clare

My No. 1 goal in racing was never to be the most popular driver. — Brad Keselowski

Aging bodies are fiscal black holes into which you can pour endless amounts of money. — Richard Lamm

is not right that children be dunked headfirst into the vat of garbage we call popular culture. — Ben Shapiro

Luck Doesn't exist, only hard (work) works — Serge Nubret

The secret of happiness is to enjoy the moment, without allowing unhappy memories or fear of the future to shadow the shining present. — Elizabeth Peters

Betelgeuse. Sirius. Orion. Antares. The sky is very large, and you are very small. Let the words wash
through him, the voice and its memories pass over him, shivering his skin like the touch of a ghost,
vanishing into darkness.
The Pleiades. Cassiopeia. Taurus. Heaven is wide, and you are very small. Dead, but none the less
powerful for being dead. He spread his hands wide, gripping the fence - those were powerful, too.
Enough to beat a man to death, enough to choke out a life. But even death was not enough to loose the
bands of rage.
With great effort, he let go. Turned his hands palm upward, in gesture of surrender. He reached
beyond the stars, searching. The words formed themselves quietly in his mind, by habit, so quietly he
was not aware of them until he found them echoed in a whisper on his lips. — Diana Gabaldon

Many of those engaged in a lemming-like march to the sea are proud of their individualism. — Neal A. Maxwell