Reiling North Quotes & Sayings

I think I should learn French and be a better cook - basic, really good life stuff. — Angelina Jolie

This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air. Finally whispering the same two words over and over: "Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking. — Emily St. John Mandel

Magic birds were dancing in the mystic marsh. The grass swayed with them, and the shallow waters, and the earth fluttered under them. The earth was dancing with the cranes, and the low sun, and the wind and sky. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Tenderly, as only monsters are tender, he asks, "Are you afraid to be like us, Ying?"

"No," Ying says. (How can she be afraid of anything, when he is so beautiful?)

She turns her head. Her breath fogs over the copper petals, until nothing is left of her but a dim reflection in his wings. — Genevieve Valentine

When one treats people with benevolence, justice, and righteoousness, and reposes confidence in them, the army will be united in mind and all will be happy to serve their leaders'. — Sun Tzu

She wasn't even into you, you know. She was just bored, and she thought you were mysterious and quiet - like, "still waters run deep." I told her that sometimes "still waters just run still — Rainbow Rowell

The world consists of imaginary people, claiming imaginary virtues and suffering from imaginary happiness. — Vernon Howard

I would no more teach children military training than teach them arson, robbery, or assassination. — Eugene V. Debs

The life of the golfer is not all gloom; There's always the lies in the locker room. — Sammy Cahn

Thus began Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational, Death introduc'd through fierce antipathie: Beast now with Beast gan war, & Fowle with Fowle, And Fish with Fish; to graze the Herb all leaving, Devourd each other; nor stood much in awe Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing: these were from without The growing miseries, which ADAM saw Alreadie in part, though hid in gloomiest shade, To sorrow abandond, but worse felt within, And in a troubl'd Sea of passion tost, Thus to disburd'n sought with sad complaint. — John Milton