Poppy Lol Quotes & Sayings

There was nothing more pressing to do all day, every day, except think about the question that his whole life had failed to answer: How did music trick the body into thinking it had a soul? — Richard Powers

Fetter Lane,' read Edie.
"Fetters are chains. Like handcuffs, On your legs," said George.
"I know," she said. "They don't go in for cheerful, do they, these City people naming their streets? I even saw a Bleeding Heart Yard once. Had a horrible atmosphere. I didn't touch anything and got out as fast as I could. — Charlie Fletcher

Damn it. What are we exactly calling a 'masculine problem'? Did he have trouble running the flag up? Or did it fall to half staff?
"Do we have to speak about this metaphorically or-"
"Yes," Leo said firmly.
"All right. He ... " Poppy frowned in concentration as she searched for the right words, " ... left me while the flag was still flying. — Lisa Kleypas

It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn't have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn't breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn't her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol' hands with scars on the fingers. Men's hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and- — Angele Gougeon

We already know enough to begin to cope with all the major problems that are now threatening human life and much of the rest of life on earth. Our crisis is not a crisis of information; it is a crisis of decision of policy and action. — George Wald

My goals in Holland were known as 'stiffies', which means something quite different in England of course. — Dennis Bergkamp

I've been forced to deal with my character assassination. — Sean Young

This is how the rain becomes a flood. One drop at a time. — Jay Kristoff

Someday I'll be a real adult and this shit you do won't matter to me anymore — T.L. Christopher-Waid