Powlette And Field Quotes & Sayings

As a mother, this was the most difficult prayer I had ever spoken in the silence of my thoughts, but in that instant I knew the greatest mercy I could pray for was not my son's safety, but for his death. — Sue Klebold

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city. — Derek Landy

It is impossible for the nation to develop unless states develop, the process of policy planning also has to change from 'top to bottom' to 'bottom to top — Narendra Modi

Why did she give up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She had given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge, staring at it longingly. The power of denial. — Liane Moriarty

Because make no mistake, Serena. I do bite.


~Wraith — Larissa Ione

She opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense. — Jeff Lindsay

O! I must tell you that I have fallen in love with a gentleman whom I have lately come acquainted with: he is about 60 or 70 - has ... O! I must tell you that I have fallen in love with a gentleman whom I have lately come acquainted with: he is about 60 or 70 - has the misfortune to be humpbacked, crooked legged, and rather deformed in his face. - But, in sober sadness, I am delighted with the Dean of Coleraine, whose picture this is, and which I have very lately read. The piety, the zeal, the humanity, goodness and humility of this charming old man have won my heart. Ah! who will not envy him the invaluable treasure! — Fanny Burney

Lone gunmen. They're always alone. No ties, driven by inner voices. The public always prefers it that way. As if everyone is free to think for themselves. As if. — Ada Wilson

My clarinet sounded like an apoplectic yak. For the brief days I blew the trumpet, a hostile-sounding pig snorted along in jerky fits and starts with the rest of the irritated band. — Karen Marie Moning

I think enough cannot be said for what you can discover through literature. So I think that was probably my most valued characteristic as a teenager. — Julia Roberts