Secolari Onion Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Every man's credit is proportioned to the money which he has in his chest.
[Lat., Quantum quisque sua nummorum condit in area,
Tantum habet et fidei.] — Juvenal

noticed a large digital screen on the wall facing what looked the common area, where people would gather for announcements. He saw numbers labeled on the buildings, and the buildings themselves, but he didn't see anything else. The transport stopped at Building One, and the driver simply, and in a somewhat harsh tone, said, "Out!" The children scrambled to get out of the transport, and as the last one barely made it off, the transport drove away, presumably being driven back to the registration area. They began to enter the building, when they were greeted by an adult woman. The children thought she looked mean and angry, and the teens thought she was built like a bodybuilder, but looked and sounded like a man with her short butch haircut and somewhat deep voice. — Cliff Ball

So you're always honest," I said.
"Aren't you?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not."
"Well, that's good to know, I guess."
"I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways."
"How'd you mean it, then?"
"I just ... I don't always say what I feel."
"Why not?"
"Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though. — Sarah Dessen

When I am searching for something, it is always waiting for me with open arms. — Debasish Mridha

My heart is burning a hole in my chest and every time you speak to me, it keeps sinking, and I'm left with nothing but ashes. I wish she were talking to me, because the more she speaks to me, the more my heart flutters like a rising phoenix.
-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz — Karen Quan

I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top. — Ray Bradbury

Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter ... with alliteration, no less! — E.A. Bucchianeri

I go in and out of season. I won't write for months, and then all of a sudden, I'll write like I've got a fever. — Daphne Gottlieb

When eras die, their legacies Are left to strange police. Professors in New England guard The glory that was Greece. — Clarence Day