Sandobbles Quotes & Sayings

Life is too short to be impatient — Rebecca Yelland

It's always easier to walk away. — Gemma Burgess

None of the great discoveries was made by a 'specialist' or a 'researcher'. — Martin H. Fischer

That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia. — C.S. Lewis

How do you know you're in love?" I asked her. "Because if it's determined by how willing you are to give up everything for the other person, I think it's a flawed system. — Diana Peterfreund

If you work all the time, you lose the intermittence of reflection and thought at every stage. Take breaks - for you and your work. — Peter Megargee Brown

Just because the truth disturbs someone doesn't make speaking that truth hate speech. — Ted Dekker

President Obama deserves credit for building what you call the largest coalition to fight terror. — Dana Perino

Now don't you be covering for him, Ash. (She wagged her finger at Nick.) Are you driving? (Cherise)
No, Mom. I'm sitting. (Nick) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

They mourned for his kind of Christianity, and he frankly scoffed at theirs; but both parties went on loving each other just the same. — Mark Twain

There's certainly a huge element of luck in me ending up where I've ended up. — Clive Owen

Charlie tipped her head up. "Are you sure? We're a simple people. No automobiles or fancy gadgets."
"Simple?" She chuckled. "Ha! Worlds that think and kings that plot? Sandobbles and goblins, portals and two moons? You are sadly mistaken. Besides," she said, tracing the edge of his forewing with the tip of her finger. He shuddered against her. "There's magic here. — Cheryl Sterling

She was fast approaching thirty, and with that impending birthday the way she thought of her own life was beginning to change. When she was twenty, she thought of people in their thirties as, well, old: after all, they had lived as long as she had and half as long again, and so they must have been tired, with the beginnings of aches in their bones and the first intimations of their own mortality.

But the peculiar horror of growing older was not what she expected. In fact, she felt the same age as she had eight years ago, and twenty-eight years of life had managed to compress themselves into a life-span that once comfortably held twenty. It wasn't that she was getting older, but that the years were getting shorter, and were therefore more precious. You had to use them sparingly. — Dexter Palmer

The interior of the station wagon smelled of human hair. — Annie Proulx