Ramillies Battleship Quotes & Sayings

We feel bound to be punctual and conscientious with those we are indifferent about; while we can afford at any time, on the frostiest night, to be an hour after our appointment with the single gentleman who occupies an apartment in our heart's core. — Samuel Laman Blanchard

The fact is, 100 percent of you will still be alive, just in a divided state. — Neal Shusterman

I become absolutely reclusive when I'm not working, to the point where I question whether I can actually do it again. — Anthony Warlow

Meanwhile my beans, the length of whose rows, added together, was seven miles already planted, were impatient to be hoed, — Henry David Thoreau

I'm not telling you what to do, I'm just telling you what you're going to do. There's a difference. — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

We only fail when we stop trying. — Rick Riordan

Any girl that's in a professional setting has to have a certain amount of decorum, but there's always a different story going on, when she goes home. — Stana Katic

Get the money before they screw you, darling. — Shirley Polykoff

Regrets? I think everyone has regrets, and people who say they haven't are either liars ... or narcissists. — Lee Radziwill

I don't require much to feel far-removed; to impose my wanderings on what's close. Because of this, my friend and I have started calling ourselves nook people. Those of us who seek corners and bays in order to redeploy our hearts and not break the mood. Those of us who retreat in order to cubicle our flame. Who collect sea glass. Who value a deep pants pocket. Who are our own understudies and may as well have shadowboxes for brains. We — Durga Chew-Bose

Miracles are not contrary to nature but only contrary to what we know about nature. — Augustine Of Hippo

Every time I had a vision of myself lying dead somewhere, it was up there, in the Highlands. — Michael Herr

He was a baby once, she thought. New and perfect, cradled in his mother's arms. The mysterious Sylvie. Now he was a feathery husk, ready to blow away. His eyes were half open, milky, like an old dog, and his mouth had grown beaky with the extremity of age, opening and closing, a fish out of water. Bertie could feel a continual tremor running through him, an electrical current, the faint buzz of life. Or death, perhaps. Energy was gathering around him, the air was static with it. — Kate Atkinson

When freedom is in jeopardy, non-co-operation may be a duty and prison may be a palace. — Mahatma Gandhi