Scheduler Cornell Quotes & Sayings

Mars knew that love wasn't all red-paper valentines and candy hearts. Love wasn't always joy. Love could be hot-blooded pain down to the bone. Sometimes love was despair. And sometimes love was wrong. — Randy Russell

Truth is a painful reminder among the lies — Tahereh Mafi

'Salem's Lot," he read. "A novel by Stephen King." He looked up at Eddie, then at Jake. "Heard of him? Either of you? He's not from my time, I don't think." Jake — Stephen King

Rather awkwardly shy and therefore at times defensive and rather too assertive — John Edward Williams

I've never stabbed, hurt, killed, stolen, anything, but I went to jail for a year. What is that? My pastor said to me the fact that I'm not living under a bridge as a crazy woman, talking to myself, is amazing. — Foxy Brown

My dad doesn't watch 'Coronation Street.' But my mum is a massive fan. I'd like to think my dad will watch it for a few token episodes, as I'm in it. — Rob James-Collier

Security ... " he trails off, picking up my black bikini top that was flung over the lamp. I pluck what's left of the top out of his hand and hide it behind my back with one hand while the other hand grasps Russell by the bicep. "Thanks, Russ," I say, trying to lead him back to the door, but Brownie is right, he is really freaking strong and I can't move him an inch now. — Amy A. Bartol

He entered the city asked a blind man if he had ever heard the name Enkidu, and the old man shrugged and shook his head, then turned away, as if to say, 'It is impossible to keep the names of friends whom we have lost — Herbert Mason

It hadn't occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old and still work in the garden. This image was fixed in my mind, like one of the memories from her childhood that I made her explain so intricately that I remembered it as if it were mine. She would be old and beautiful like the black-and-white photo of Georgia O'Keeffe I'd once sent her. I held fast to this image for the first couple of weeks after we left the Mayo Clinic, and then, once she was admitted to the hospice wing of the hospital in Duluth, that image unfurled, gave way to the others, more modest and true. I imagined my mother in October; I wrote the scene in my mind. And then the one of my mother in August and another in May. Each day that passed, another month peeled away. — Cheryl Strayed

A liberal mind is a mind that is able to imagine itself believing anything. — Max Eastman