Rimless Eyeglass Quotes & Sayings

Every place is the same place in the end. — Dean Koontz

You do know that I don't have plans to separate you from your socks as you sleep? — Rose Gordon

We need God's great-grace in all spheres of life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Vouchers lead to competition, not re-segregation. — Jim DeMint

I looked at Cole, who had an utterly blank expression on his face, one that I was learning accompanied anything that mattered. — Maggie Stiefvater

With both agents and publishers hungry for bestsellers, literature will have to end up as a cottage industry. — Anthony Burgess

A Last Word
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is over worn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand
Laughter or tears, for we have only known
Surpassing vanity: vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band..
Let us go hence, some whither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labor, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust — Ernest Dowson

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I'm forced to say good-bye to someone.
"It's too bad we didn't stay longer," I murmur, looking out at the river. "I would have liked to die close to home."
Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling ferocity.
Oh.
His kiss is not at all like his brother's. Maven is more desperate, surprising himself as much as me. He knows I'm sinking fast, a stone dropping through the river. And he wants to drown with me.
"I will fix this," he murmurs against my lips. I have never seen his eyes so bright and sharp. "I won't let them hurt you. You have my word. — Victoria Aveyard

When we peer into the distance some of the galaxies we see may simply be reflections, ghost images created by rebounded light. — Bill Bryson