Red Carnations Quotes & Sayings

Writing and art are my lovers — Edna Stewart

Natural selection certainly operates. It explains how bacteria will gain antibiotic resistance; it will explain how insects get insecticide resistance, but it doesn't explain how you get bacteria or insects in the first place. — William A. Dembski

A passenger on a road journey is in the hands of a driver; a reader embarking on a book is in the hands of a narrator. — Romesh Gunesekera

I think of Ariel, my local neighborhood mermaid, how she only had twenty-four hours to turn her life around ... — Shannon Celebi

He had murdered his wife in a fit of jealousy, and immediately given himself up to the police. (This had considerably mitigated his sentence). Such crimes are never judged harshly in Siberia, but rather looked upon as an unfortunate accident which ought to be pitied and regretted rather than punished. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

People will tell you that writing is too difficult, that it's impossible to get your work published, that you might as well hang yourself. Meanwhile, they'll keep writing and you'll have hanged yourself. — John Gardner

Mad Rogan was walking next to me with that same confident stride that had made me notice him back in the arboretum, and I knew precisely where he was and how much distance separated us. My whole body was focused on him. I wanted him to touch me. I didn't want him touching me. I was waiting for him to touch me. I didn't know what the hell I wanted.
"Did you like the carnations?"
I reached into my pocket and handed him a small red card. "Texas Children's Hospital is grateful to you for your generous donation. Thanks to you, every one of their rooms has beautiful flowers this morning. They think it might be at least partially tax deductible, and if your people talk to their people, the hospital will provide the necessary paperwork."
Mad Rogan took the card, brushing my hand with his warm, dry fingers. The card shot out of his hand and landed in the nearby trash bin. — Ilona Andrews

The carnations in his coat were drooping with the cold, he noticed, their red glory all over. — Willa Cather

Your trial is temporary, but God's Love is permanent. — Bo Sanchez