Serruya Aphria Quotes & Sayings

How can the unknown merit reverence? — Harold Pinter

No, Groucho is not my real name. I am breaking it in for a friend. — Groucho Marx

Some of those who had been among the most industrious, the kindest, and the most stalwart citizens of Village now went to the platform and shouted their wish that the border be closed so that 'we' (Matty shuddered at the use of 'we') would not have to share the resources anymore.
'We need all the fish for ourselves.
Our school is not big enough to teach their children, too; only our own.
They can't even speak right.
We can't understand them.
They have too many needs.
We don't want to tale care of them.'
And finally: 'We've done it long enough. — Lois Lowry

I need to kiss you," he says, and it's the smartest thing he's said all day. "Please." ... His lips are just out of reach. "I need to know if I can feel anything. I want to feel something. — Karina Halle

She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things. — Jhumpa Lahiri

Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the Bulls face. BAD COW! — Rick Riordan

What are we so afraid of? Why don't we let 'em tell us we're afraid? What is it they're afraid of?" She picked up the stocking she had been darning, turned it in her hands, was silent awhile; finally she said, "What are they afraid of us for? — Ursula K. Le Guin

I still love records, and I've been fortunate that my parents bought me a record player so I didn't just have my vinyls to stare at! — Gabrielle Aplin

When a storm was coming on, and they anticipated that a ship might sink, they swam before it, and sang most sweetly of the delight to be found beneath the water, begging the seafarers not to be afraid of coming down below. — Hans Christian Andersen

I'm having a permanent out-of-body experience. When it's finally done, I lie flat on my back. Glare up at the greenish, star-pricked night sky. I try not to think about what I must look like, black and bony out here on the bank of this pond. My body is all sharp angles - nothing to hold it together but armored joints and a knobby curved spine. I'm a holy fucking terror, I imagine. A walking weapon. After a while, I dig my elbow joints into the mud and sit up. My body can really move now, no longer hauling rotted bone and flesh but streamlined with these thin limbs made of light titanium. I feel like an obsidian skeleton out here. A devil dancing in the dark. I feel free. — Daniel H. Wilson