Saturday's Warrior Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is not made by what we own. It is what we share. — Jonathan Sacks

What the hell. Was he going to bring out a gramophone or Morse code machine too? — Shirley Marr

Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don't be afraid to walk backwards. — Tablo

The highest in God's esteem are the lowest in their own. — Thomas A Kempis

What were you chanting when you gave me your blood?"
"More of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood."
She sniffled, her nose stuffy. "It was better than Vicodin."
"Vicodin?"
"A painkiller from my world."
"A killer of pain. Did you love him?" The words were growled.A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. "No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn't
exist."
Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her. — Gena Showalter

I love people, watching people interact. It's a lot of psychology. We learn about ourselves by watching other people's lives on the screen. — Tatiana Maslany

There are some nights when you've spent so long analysing things that all that's left to do is get drunk. — Jane Costello

Some of my educated Filipino friends were aspiring poets, but their aspirations were all in the direction of the United States. They had no desire to learn from the bardic tradition that continued in the barrios. Their ideal would have been to write something that would get them to Iowa, where they would study creative writing. — James Fenton

And if the world does not in all respects correspond to our wishes, is this the fault of science, or of those who would impose their wishes on the world? — Carl Sagan

Being in the woods at night is a beautiful thing. — Hugo Weaving

Asking storytellers to be genuine is like, asking a chain smoker to quit smoking . Habit of lying isn't easy to fix. Pretend as believing is like selling cigarettes. What else we could do, if we want them to be in our lives ... — Heshan Udunuwara

Were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell you
that in my death the light that shone through my painful darkness
was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?
cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core
as I cling to my memories of you ... — Xavier

I propose to create a Civilian Conservation Corps to be used in simple work ... More important, however, than the material gains will be the moral and spiritual value of such work. — Franklin D. Roosevelt