Quote Author Jim Butcher Quotes & Sayings

Between highway sounds I heard waves and thought how the curve of the coastline here had sheltered and nurtured live-born sharks, humans, and migrating whales. Here, at the edge of the continent, time and distance stopped; in the lull between sets of waves I could get a fresh start. — Gretel Ehrlich

You know the law, Dresden."
"He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table. — Jim Butcher

Love pierces the soul more beautifully than light pierces the eyes. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I urge Governments to considerably reduce funds allocated to the military, not only as a disarmament issue, but also as a potential contributor to social and environmental protection and call for the holding of referenda on this issue worldwide. — Alfred-Maurice De Zayas

The one who always strives,
That one can be redeemed. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

They had passed through them in a state of apnoea, he rejecting the world and she feeling rejected by it, and they had noticed that it didn't make a big difference. — Paolo Giordano

Genius is fostered by industry. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

What restricts you is your inability to think that you can do it. — Jeekeshen Chinnappen

Use your voice on the local level where it has the potential to be more widely heard. — Kirsten Gillibrand

Molly was arrested. Possession."
I blinked at him. "She was possessed? — Jim Butcher

My theory is that poems are written because of a state of emotional irritation. It may be present for some time before the poet is conscious of what is tormenting him. The emotional irritation springs, probably, from subconscious combinations of partly forgotten thoughts and feelings. Coming together, like electrical currents in a thunder storm, they produce a poem ... the poem is written to free the poet from an emotional burden. — Sara Teasdale

HARRY DRESDEN - WIZARD Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties, or Other Entertainment — Jim Butcher

Like "love," "hope" is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer. — Jim Butcher

Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression to silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery. — George Eliot