Sam And Anna Quotes & Sayings

True cool is an attitude that is projected from a person who is extremely comfortable in their own skin. Cool people have the ability to forge their own paths, stand apart from the herd, and not give a damn about fitting in. A person who is truly cool is a work of art. And remember, original works of art cost exponentially higher than imitations. Just take a look at the the coolest people in history. They will always be a part of history for being extremely original individuals, not imitations. — Suzy Kassem

I think he's delirious," Cas said.
"Don't die on me," I ordered.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said right before he passed out. — Jennifer Rush

Sam knew them fairly well, having actually gone out with Anna on a date once. — Michael Grant

Nothing like having a bucket of cold water flung over you to make you see things as they really are! — Enid Blyton

You lost your shirt, Sam?"
"Anna was looking over the tattoo."
"Yeah." Nick grunted. "It looked like it. — Jennifer Rush

I smiled. "You trust me more than Cas?"
"Cas would choose a case of beer over me."
My laughter echoed through the cemetery. "That's not true!" I brushed the hair from my face. "The others have your back."
"Yet you were the one who saved my life. — Jennifer Rush

Texas, to be respected must be polite. Santa Anna living, can be of incalculable benefit to Texas; Santa Anna dead, would just be another dead Mexican. — Sam Houston

And if we're talking flaws - I get a kick out of flogging people, then fucking them."

Warmth ran up Sam's spine. "That's a flaw?"

Michael grinned. "Only to some. — Anna Zabo

The horse's neck is between the two reins of the bridle, which both meet in the rider's hand. — William Cavendish

Any good kitchen should be stocked up in oysters, shouldn't they? — Michael Fassbender

I pulled away. He stopped me with a hand on my wrist. "Wait," he said. "I know what you're thinking."
"What?"
"It's written all over your face." He pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. — Jennifer Rush

What color would you use? — Jennifer Rush

Oh my God, look!"
I stand and hold out my hand for Sam to inspect.
"Wow," he says, taking the glass and holding it up to the sun. "Red is, like, the rarest color there is.
You're totally lucky you even saw it."
I take the deep red, half-dollar-sized piece from him and smile, looking out across the ocean. I told Matt in my letter before we left that I'd find a piece just for him, but now that it's actually here, sparkling in my hand, I know he'd want me to do something else with it.
I raise it above my head and throw it as hard and as far as I can into the sea.
Let someone else have a lucky day, Anna.
Sam laughs. "Hey, crazy, what'd you do that for? You'll probably never see something like that again in your entire life."
"Right. But I did see it. And now someone else can, too. — Sarah Ockler

You couldn't get more original than Laura. Laura. Yes, she was an original, all right. One of a kind. Did they break her mold or what, pal? Or ... or did it self-destruct? Still, Laura. The one and the only. Such a plain name for a unique cutie. But perhaps my acuity is not without its problems. I ruin everything: a stupid story to be tapped out on my tomb's stone. I ruined even Laura. And an original ruin is rare. Just ask the archaeologist, "Egypt, again?" Just ask me, "Laura, again?" and we'll both respond: "Yes, again and again. And again. — Vladimir Nabokov

Anna and Emma just poofed."
"What?"
"I was standing there. I was watching them. I was holding Anna's hand when it happened."
Astrid rose and without really thinking about it wrapped her arms around Sam like she did when she was trying to comfort Little Pete.
But unlike Little Pete, Sam responded to her touch by awkwardly hugging her back. For a moment his face was in her hair and she heard his ragged breathing close to her ear. And it seemed like they might do it again, the kissing thing, but then, both at once, they pushed away.
"She was scared," Sam said. "Anna, I mean. She saw Emma disappear. They were born just six minutes apart. So, first Emma. Then Anna, waiting for it. Knowing it was coming. — Michael Grant