Poppens In Eveline Quotes & Sayings

I wanted it for how it made me feel, regardless of how little it cared for me. Do whatever you want -- just give me the bliss. — C.M. McKenna

My father was the Formica King of Long Island, and my mother was the daughter of a Bengal Lancer in India. — Ricky Jay

The memoir industry is, what's the word? Under regulated. I think it needs to be pruned. If there are too many books right now and the market for readers is shrinking, I think we can get rid of many of the memoirs. Another memoir should be awfully well justified before it gets published. — Arthur Phillips

But how sane can the mind really be if it doesn't even know its own depth? — A.R.H

There are souls innumerable in the world, as dry as the Sahara desert - souls which, when they look most gay and summer-like, are only flaunting the flowers gathered from other people's gardens, stuck without roots into their own unproducing soil. Oh, the dreariness, the sandy sadness of such poor arid souls! They are hungry, and eat husks; they are thirsty, and drink hot wine; their sleep is a stupor, and their life, if not an unrest, then a yielded decay. Only when praised or admired do they feel as if they lived! But Joan was not yet of such. She had had too much discomfort to have entered yet into their number. There was water not yet far from the surface of her consciousness. — George MacDonald

Knowledge unfits a child to be a slave. — Frederick Douglass

The eggs taste like clouds. Like spun gold. — Anthony Doerr

Anger is a double edged sword and it generally cuts the one who yields it the deepest — Stanley Victor Paskavich

As people become multisensory, they begin to realize that their lives are meaningful, that there's a purpose to all of their experiences - to the people that they meet, to the challenges that they have, that nothing is random. — Gary Zukav

Anyone can steer a ship, but it takes a leader to chart the course — John C. Maxwell

London has fine museums, the British Library is one of the greatest library institutions in the world ... It's got everything you want, really. — David Attenborough

The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern. — Maggie Stiefvater