Pretjerano Lucenje Quotes & Sayings

Remember - write this down, it's critical - nothing fuels a story quite like hope. — Larry Brooks

Maybe kids are the only ones capable of love. As good as it gets, before you get all fucked-up. — Katey Hawthorne

The scenery was very beautiful. But I did not see The Great Wall [of China]. — Yang Liwei

I think that I've had a very strange life. — J.K. Rowling

We have no higher life that is really apart from other people. It is by imagining them that our personality is built up; to be without the power of imagining them is to be a low-grade idiot. — Charles Horton Cooley

The Secret Service has announced it is doubling its protection for John Kerry. You can understand why - with two positions on every issue, he has twice as many people mad at him. — Jay Leno

Well, make up your mind. I don't have all night." Fidelia set her beer on the porch and removed a set of keys from her skirt pocket. She fumbled with the key, trying to release the trigger lock on her pistol.
"Don't do that," Heather warned her. "You've had too much to drink."
Fidelia snorted. "I'm not drunk. I'm in complete control." She tore off the trigger lock.
Bang! The gun fired, ripping into a nearby oak tree.
The women screamed. Jean-Luc winced.
A squirrel plummeted from the tree and landed in the yard with a thud.
Fidelia shrugged. "I meant to do that. Damned rodent's been gnawing on the house. And stealing all the nuts from our pecan tree."
Heather planted her hands on her hips. "Haven't I told you a million times to keep the locks on?"
Fidelia hung her head, looking properly remorseful. "I'll be more careful." She switched on the safety, then shot Jean-Luc a pointed look. "I know how to deal with a scumbag with nuts. — Kerrelyn Sparks

What's a Muggle?" he asks, taking it from me. "I save that mug for special people, Kit. Don't ask questions. — Tarryn Fisher

Pointing and clicking like Annie Leibovitz — Lisi Harrison

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine. — Charlotte Bronte