Petrusma Hobart Quotes & Sayings

Major Rutledge of the Buffs, Eton and Sandhurst as to intonation, millimetrically tooth-brushed as to moustache, Savile Row as to the quite dazzling sartorial perfection of his khaki drill, was so magnificently out of place in the wild beauty of the rocky, tree-lined bluffs of that winding creek that his presence there seemed inevitable. — Alistair MacLean

As long as you are motivated by the approval of others, you cannot know with confidence whether the decisions you are making in your life are what's right for you ... pg 102 — John Kuypers

Political utopias are a form of nostalgia for an imagined past projected onto the future as a wish. — Michael Ignatieff

Show me how you drive and I'll show you who you are. — Vin Diesel

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports ... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them. — Gustave Flaubert

frown became my habitual expression. — Tracy Rees

I was born in Springfield and raised in West Springfield. My father ran a dry cleaning business and was a salesman. — Mike Scully

BREATHE by Annabelle Wolf: "'Sometimes, it looks like you're so worried you forget to breathe,' Troy said calmly. I was about to tell him everything when a sharp knock sounded on the door. We both jumped. — Annabelle Wolf

I was thinking about the act of asking real questions in poems as a kind of spiritual practice. I ask questions relatively often in poems and I ask them because I don't know the answer. And I ask them because I think that poems are fantastic spaces with which to arrive at real conundrum-y kinds of questions, to go as far down the road as you can of understanding something and then sometimes that road ends with a real question. So — Krista Tippett

Never tell a secret to a bride or a groom; wait until they have been married longer. — E.W. Howe

Forgiveness is a luxury we can all afford. — Miguelina Perez

In an age where there is much talk about "being yourself," I reserve to myself the right to forget about being myself, since in any case there is very little chance of my being anybody else. — Thomas Merton

Stop!" His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. "Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that - what we felt, what it meant - that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away."
"Alex!"
He has started to turn away; now he whirls around. The moon lights him stark white and furious, a camera image, two-dimensional, gripped by the flash. "I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never loved you."
The air goes. Everything goes. "I don't believe you." I'm crying so hard, I can hardly speak.
He takes one step toward me. And now I don't recognize him at all. He has transformed entirely, turned into a stranger. "It was a lie. Okay? It was all a lie. Craziness, like they always said. Just forget about it. Forget it ever happened. — Lauren Oliver