Praemia Vitae Quotes & Sayings

And Private Jasper Jacks awake in a dark, empty room approximately twelve feet square. — John Green

We try to have things both ways. We've always refused to live by the book and the rule; but then why start worrying because the world doesn't treat us by rule? — Doris Lessing

K.S., baby. Lesion number one. Lookit. The wine-dark kiss of the angel of death. — Tony Kushner

Because we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom. — Robert Grudin

It would be great to make a movie that had the style of a great '30's film. — Laura Dern

In my opinion when you speak about relationships between people, you are actually talking about everything in their world because everything is contained in that relationship. — Asghar Farhadi

Oh. Oberon looked at me. I know that has to make you sad. But call to me instead, Atticus. I'll always answer. Your fly has been open all this time, by the way, and Granuaile hasn't said a thing.
Thanks, buddy, I said silently as I tried to surreptitiously zip up my jeans.
See? I got your back AND your front. I deserve a treat. — Kevin Hearne

It was like one of those moments when people talked about their lives flashing before their eyes. Because as we stared at one another, every part of our relationship replayed in my mind's eye. I remembered how strong and invincible he'd been when we first met, when he'd come to bring Lissa and me back to the folds of Moroi society. I remembered the gentleness of his touch when he'd bandaged my bloodied and battered hands. I remembered him carrying me in his arms after Victor's daughter Natalie had attacked me. Most of all, I remembered the night we'd been together in the cabin, just before the Strigoi had taken him. A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it. — Richelle Mead

I'm not an eye-candy kind of girl. — Olivia Thirlby

He looked terrified as he snaked his hand beneath her arm, entwining their fingers together. Their hands fit like a lock and key. It had been years since they had simply held hands, and she wished they had never stopped. — Marissa Meyer