Rupert The Bear Quotes & Sayings

The dream is the destination, but the vision is everything involved in achieving the dream. — K.M. Logan

There's no conversation more boring than talking about what it's really like to live in Newport and how the show compares to the real thing. I just don't care. — Adam Brody

Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel. — Doris Lessing

Public and employer opinion often defeat society's best interests with a prejudice against middle-aged women. — Kate Smith

The church should train the Ritz Carlton on how to serve people. — Jeff Henderson

She actually isn't so bad, now that I'm getting to know her. She's just a little messy on the outside. But aren't we all? — S. Elle Cameron

Can I help you with something?" he asks. His lips twitch, fighting a losing battle against a wretched, playful grin.

I try to look cross with him, if only to keep up appearances. "You're supposed to be training."

"Worried I'm not getting enough exercise? I assure you, Mare," he says, winking, "we are."

It makes sense. Farley and Shade have been inseparable for a long while. Still, I gasp aloud, and swat his arm. "Shade Barrow!"

"Oh, come on, everyone knows. Not my fault you didn't figure it out. — Victoria Aveyard

When the waters poured into Atlantis, the rich men still screamed for their slaves. — Bertolt Brecht

Frank closed his troubled blue eyes and tipped his head back, but quickly regretted it. The moment he blocked out the light of the campfire, he was back on the smoke cover land. The ground beneath him seemed to be reaching up, eager to soak the life blood of the men around him. In every direction, the cries of the wounded screamed out. The constant sound of the drums echoed across the hills and through the valleys as the thundering cannons answered their call. With a gloved hand, he rubbed his eye lids as if the action might disperse the memories. It didn't. — A.M. Heath

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures. — Lorrie Moore

I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all dear names men use, to cheat despair, For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear Our hearts at random down the dark of life. — Rupert Brooke

Then realization had dawned. "Oh, my God, you're the one who hurt Davis, the boy I was with. You saw us together, and you threw him down a gully. He broke both of his legs!"
"He lived?" Gaze narrowing, Lothaire had murmured, "Not for much Longer. — Kresley Cole

There's a certain kind of scepticism that can't bear uncertainty. — Rupert Sheldrake

They hadnt enjoyed each others company in years. Talking led to screaming and both were sick of the fights. — Barbara Becker Holstein

No one - can be you — Gino Norris

He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning.
-Benedict's thoughts about Sophie — Julia Quinn

I just couldn't live in a world where you didn't exist — Stephenie Meyer

People talk about nightfall, or night falling, or dusk falling, and it's never seemed right to me. Perhaps they once meant befalling. As in night befalls. As in night happens. Perhaps they, whoever they were, thought of a falling sun. That might be it, except that that ought to give us dayfall. Day fell on Rupert the Bear. And we know, if we've ever read a book, that day doesn't fall or rise. It breaks. In books, day breaks, and night falls.
In life, night rises from the ground. The day hangs on for as long as it can, bright and eager, absolutely and positively the last guest to leave the party, while the ground darkens, oozing night around your ankles, swallowing for ever that dropped contact lens, making you miss that low catch in the gully on the last ball of the last over. — Hugh Laurie