Restocked Or Restock Quotes & Sayings

I think that for humans, the most regrettable of omissions, along with unshed tears and unexamined lives, is untold stories, the things not shared, the lost opportunity to be honest about oneself and tender toward others. — Martha M. Moravec

Can you kiss me again?" the whisper came like a plea laced with honey and need, and any desire to enjoy one thing at a time was lost in that second. "Come here baby boy and I'll kiss you forever, — Talon P.S.

There was no honor in grinding outsiders underfoot. There was no joy in burning their legacies. The highest good laid in lifting everyone up, believer and unbeliever alike, to enjoy the light. — C.K. Gold

The sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth — Aldous Huxley

The true measurement of a person's worth isn't what they say they believe in, but what they do in defense of those beliefs," he said. "If you're not acting on your beliefs, then they probably aren't real. — Glenn Greenwald

It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness. — Janet Fitch

Still looking at me, Kellan lifted the microphone to his mouth. "I'd like to formally introduce you to this beautiful girl at my side, Miss Kiera Michelle Allen." He turned back to the DJs. "My wife. — S.C. Stephens

If I am feeling musical and I pick up the guitar, usually something will eventually come out and I'll see where it goes. — William Fitzsimmons

Only one acorn in a thousand ever grew large enough to fight rabbits; the rest were drowned at birth in the prairie sea. It is a warming thought that this one wasn't, and thus lived to garner eighty years of June sun. It is this sunlight that is now being released, through the intervention of my axe and saw, to warm my shack and my spirit through eighty gusts of blizzard. And with each gust a wisp of smoke from my chimney bears witness, to whomsoever it may concern, that the sun did not shine in vain. — Aldo Leopold

The wind smelled clean, like clean magazines. It smelled like invisible ink. — Sarah Schulman