Reordon Quotes & Sayings

Nature appears to have been the cruel stepmother rather than the mother of many animals. — Leonardo Da Vinci

The only way to test a hypothesis is to look for all the information that disagrees with it. — Karl Popper

I was a teenager doing teenager things, and now I have the honor of being on tour with musical giants Enrique Iglesias and Pitbull. I'm doing my music and performing in my own concerts! It just goes to show that anything is possible with hard work. — Prince Royce

I've learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I've learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head. — Zoe Marriott

Once you subscribe to an ideological dogma as a solution to certain grievances, it then frames your mindset. — Maajid Nawaz

She was a Tri Delt, majoring in finding a diamond ring. — Jane Smiley

It's not given even to the greatest writers to tell someone else's story. — Marty Rubin

I definitely understand what it's like not having family around when you want them there, but you don't live in the same city. — Vanessa Morgan

There are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles — Joshua Kadison

Hear reason, or she'll make you feel her. — Benjamin Franklin

A taste of whiskey had changed her mood, as a touch of acid will change the color of blue litmus paper. — Ross Macdonald

Jack was mid-jump when I burst into my room. I snatched his ankle,flipping him horizontal.He crashed down hard to my bed and rolled off onto the floor.
And laughed.
"Let's do that again! But this time I'll jump even higher."
"No! No,you won't! What are you going here?"
He sat up on the floor and shrugged. "I was bored."
"I don't care! I'm not your babysitter!"
His blue eyes twinkled.Honestly, whose eyes actually twinkle? Then his face crumpled,his lower lip jutting out.He blinked his ridiculously long eyelashes at me. "I thought we were friends."
"Oh,knock it off. — Kiersten White

Did I say stab of Self Pity? No, I was trekking through the Swamp of Self Pity at this point, waist deep in my own stinking shit. — Nicole Hamlett

Reordon," a male voice came over the line.
"Chris, it's Marcus."
"Hey, man. How's it going?"
"Not that great. I wrecked my bike."
"Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa."
"That's the one."
"Please tell me it's just a scratch."
Marcus studied the wreckage. "I'm sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them. — Dianne Duvall

There was a rustling of fabric as he turned on his side, resting his head in his crooked arm. How oddly intimate it felt to be lying beside him like this, but his eyes were gentle as he rested his hand across her stomach. It was so big it nearly covered her entire middle. "I hope someday we have a daughter who has your kindness." Yes, a daughter. A smile curved her lips as she tried to imagine how Michael would pamper and fuss over a little girl. Or would he roughhouse with a daughter as he did with his boys? It was hard to predict, but no matter what, she knew Michael would be an amazing father. And she knew she would gladly follow him to the ends of the earth, for God had blessed her with the priceless gift of a family. — Elizabeth Camden

What more powerful form of study of mankind could there be than to read our own instruction book? — Francis Collins