Rousson Family Quotes & Sayings

He bailed on football practice." As soon as the words left me, my stomach pitched. This wasn't any of Phil's business. He chuckled. "So, the Golden Boy isn't so golden after all." He lifted his arm toward my house. "Walk you home?" "Um . . . OK," I heard myself agree. — Kerry Lonsdale

It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side - just like I want the words. I want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk on. I want them to tower over the world so I can stand up on them and walk to the other side. — Markus Zusak

Don't stop talking to me, Makenna. I need your words. Your voice."
"I don't know what to say is all. I want to take away your hurt."
His cheek lifted into a smile under her hand. "Thank you. But sometimes I think I need it. It reminds me I'm alive. And it makes the good times that much better. Like right now, being here, with you. — Laura Kaye

That Ted Turner is a genius ... He has taken what used to be a carnival side show and turned it into a gold mine. Yes - wrestling has become prime time for the masses. He's making these giant men into millionares with movie star status. — Samantha Barks

Should I run so far that I reach the sea, I should not have run far enough, for the thing I run from rides on my back and in my blood and will not be shaken. — Intisar Khanani

My '60s plays were as good as most of the other plays I've written ... except I wasn't in a condition to refine them, to help in the rehearsal, or do anything. I was hardly conscious of what was going on except during the hours of the day when I was actually writing ... and that was with the aid of speed. — Tennessee Williams

You have to be a prince to understand the people, and you have to belong to the people to understand the princes ... — Niccolo Machiavelli

I got a little carried away one day and sold my entire load of meat on my way to a delivery in Atlantic City. I put the seal on my lock after the whole load of meat was transferred to the guy. When I got to Atlantic City the seal was broken by the manager and there was no meat inside and I was mystified. — Charles Brandt

Tales of heroes end in bliss. — Tanith Lee

I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to sit next to. A predator approaches: gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Probably a social studies teacher, hired to coach a blood sport. — Laurie Halse Anderson