Rosie Rhonj Quotes & Sayings

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them. — William Shakespeare

The first sound was the bowstrings, the snap of five thousand hemp cords being tightened by stressed yew, and that sound was like the devil's harpstrings being plucked. Then there was the arrow sound, the sigh of air over feathers, but multiplied, so that it was like the rushing of a wind. That sound diminished as two clouds of arrows, thick as any flock of starlings, climbed into the gray sky. Hook, reaching for another broadhead, marveled at the sight of five thousand arrows in two sky-shadowing groups. The two storms seemed to hover for a heart's beat at the height of their trajectory, and then the missiles fell. It was Saint Crispin's Day in Picardy. For an instant there was silence. Then the arrows struck. It was the sound of steel on steel. A clatter, like Satan's hailstorm. — Bernard Cornwell

I'm always writing. It might be a bad song, but I'm always writing. — Phillip Phillips

I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy?
I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly? — Chris Colfer

To do things in a way you want to do them, you will have to acquire the ability to think the way you want to think: this is the first step toward getting rich. — Wallace D. Wattles

There is a place in Venezuela where lightning strikes 280 times per hour, 160 nights a year: I imagine that this is a place in my heart. The place which lit up when I first saw your beautiful face. The place where untold adventures await - as I entertain the idea of playfully cavorting with you. — Cheri Bauer

I'm struggling to keep up with her pace. Though I'm taller, she's built for speed and I'm built for political activism. — Jani Berghuis

Mia knew the weight that said nothing will ever be different from what it is now, that the world has lost all dimension and has turned to stone. — Sue Saliba

Men writing about love always testify that they have received love ... ..Women, more often than not, speak from a position of lack, of not having received the love we long for. — Bell Hooks

You can, in short, lead the life of the mind, which is, despite some appalling frustrations, the happiest life on earth. And one day, in the thick of this, approaching some partial vision, you will (I swear) find yourself on the receiving end of - of all things - an "idea for a story," and you will, God save you, start thinking about writing some fiction of your own. Then you will understand, in what I fancy might be a blinding flash, that all this passionate thinking is what fiction is about, that all those other fiction writers started as you did, and are laborers in the same vineyard. — Annie Dillard

Mom!" Becca stared at her. "You think - you think I'm dating Michael?"
Her mom stared back at her, obviously thrown. "You're not?"
This would be hilarious if her mom didn't look so serious.
"Oh my god," cried Becca. "Are you kidding? Michael is the last person I would ever - oh my god. I wouldn't go out with him if someone paid me. Ugh, that's just - "
"You know I can hear you, right?" called Michael. — Brigid Kemmerer