Runtown Quotes & Sayings

May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.
"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"
"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other. — John Green

I like the dream, like fantasy dresses. Women can dream at 9 in the morning and at 10 o'clock at night, it doesn't matter. I think it is also important for me to make it pragmatic and practical and wearable. I always say, 'If you can't eat it, it's not food, and if you can't wear it, it's not fashion, it is something else.' — Alber Elbaz

This is a great continent. I went to primary school on this continent, secondary school, university. I've worked on this continent, and I think that it's a great disservice that, for whatever reason, people have usurped an imagery of Africa that is absolutely incorrect. — Dambisa Moyo

Remember, you see in any situation what you expect to see. — David J. Schwartz

Every day matters. I think so. I do. But I really have to work to force myself to see its value sometimes. — Danny Gregory

I like when people are very passionate about what they want to write about. Even if it's silly, you can be very passionate about it. — Judd Apatow

When I wear jeans I want to look like a man, not a child. — Martin Freeman

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love. — Janet Morris

The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands. — Ivan Goncharov

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion. — Gustave Flaubert

Look at the mid- sky, about halfway up from the horizon, and wait for your eyes to adjust," I said softly. "It will take five to ten minutes."He was quiet. The sky was full of stars; and the spaces between them were not fully black, because the longer we stared, the more the pricks of other stars peeked behind and next to them. I stole that time to listen to him breathe. I soaked up his presence, storing it for the future, burning it into my memory. — Elizabeth Fama