Romyen Church Quotes & Sayings

Before. He wore a look of stern sadness and infinite pity. "As I expected," he murmured, with that hissing inspiration — Bram Stoker

COKANE [looking compassionately at him] Ah, my dear fellow, the love of money is the root of all evil.
LICKCHEESE. Yes, sir; and we'd all like to have the tree growing in our garden. — George Bernard Shaw

Contrary to all those times you've heard a writer confess at a reading that he writes fiction because he is a pathological liar, fiction writing is all about telling the truth. — Paul Harding

Yes, I've heard you each and every time you've asked. But, I'm not ready to have that conversation and I have bigger stuff going on right now than having a bonding session with you over things we shouldn't be talking about in public anyway. — Stormy Smith

All you care about is the control and power you have over me and I hate myself for giving that to you! — Lydia Kelly

Luck, like life itself, is no certain thing, but a loveliness which may alight upon my shoulder but more often seems to be some unknown brilliant quantity in motion. — William T. Vollmann

You're right." A wicked little grin tugged at his lips. "I think we should celebrate." Pausing, he waggled his brows at me. "We have fifty minutes now. I only need, like, five of them."
"Oh my God," I laughed, shoving at his shoulders. "You're terrible."
"I'm not terrible." His eyes met mine, and the flutter was back, deeper and more dizzying. "I'm in love."
Oh, gosh. My heart swelled like a balloon, and all I could do was stare at him for several seconds before I managed to whisper, "I love you, too."
"I know." Rider lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss scattered my thoughts. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Zane Smith is a guy who can shut you out as well as look at you. — Jerry Coleman

She was developing what Mom called a bit of a sarcastic streak. — Jeannette Walls

Once a song and dance man, always a song and dance man. Those few words tell as much about me professionally as there is to tell. — James Cagney

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo. — Beryl Markham

The humble latrine, or flush toilet, reduces disease by twice as much as just putting in clean water. — Rose George