Pilkingtons Classic Gunstock Quotes & Sayings

All the literati keep
An imaginary friend. — W. H. Auden

I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was. — Richelle Mead

I strongly believe that at this point in America's history, we need a president that will not just continue basically the policies we have been following in recent years. I think we need a transformational figure. I think we need a president who is a generational change. — Colin Powell

I am by birth a Genevese, and my family is one of the most distinguished of that republic. My ancestors had been for many years counsellors and syndics, and my father had filled several public situations with honour and reputation. He was respected by all who knew him for his integrity and indefatigable attention to public business. He passed his younger days perpetually occupied by the affairs of his country; a variety of circumstances had prevented his marrying early, nor was it until the decline of life that he became a husband and the father of a family. — Mary Shelley

I'm the sort of man who's doomed to be a failure and I'll go to my grave without ever knowing whether I was real gold or just tinsel! — Gustave Flaubert

Most of these who are thrust into combat soon find it impossible to maintain the mythic perception of war. — Chris Hedges

History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up. — Voltaire

I dream of the man, but it's fragmented: he's there, but he isn't. He's always one room away, in a place with more rooms than seems possible. I run down endless halls, longing for and dreading him being around the corner. I hear him call out for me and the skin on the back of my neck tightens and prickles. I don't know if I'm running to him, or from him. — Melinda Salisbury

We're clothing accumulators with anxiety, compulsive shoppers struggling with addiction, or frumpy dressers who suffer from depression. Our — Jennifer Baumgartner

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? — Percy Bysshe Shelley

I've been wondering lately whether fear is necessary for survival, whether it sharpens the senses during storms of uncertainity. Or is it, as I suspect, merely another variant of weakness? — Cristina Garcia

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted. — Frederick Leboyer