Sharalynn Cromer Quotes & Sayings

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second? — Rick Yancey

He hated computers having names like ZX75 and numbers of megabytes. He hated technology as it was in the 1990s. — Leander Kahney

Funny how at twenty-five you worry about not being taken seriously and take being a sex object for granted. Later you take being taken seriously for granted, and worry about not being a sex object. — Helen Fielding

I wonder who drove all the way up here to leave this piece of hate mail for the dead. — Nova Ren Suma

It was one thing to have your own kind of hope, an ember you could nurture inside, something to inspire you when things got dark. If it died, it was on you; no one else even had to know about it, and you were free to reignite it, or to give up and walk away. But when you were carrying it with another person, for another person, it was a dangerous dream. Treacherous as the sea, yet fragile as a bubble. — Sarah Ockler

Observe the world around you everything you do, and especially everything you hate to do. — Aaron Patzer

I'm just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit. — Matthew Healy

Neither he nor she had had any such adventure before and neither was conscious of any incongruity. Little by little he entangled his thoughts with hers. He lent her books, provided her with ideas, shared his intellectual life with her. She listened to all.
Sometimes in return for his theories, she gave out some fact of her own life. With almost maternal solicitude, she urged him to let his nature open to the full; she became his confessor. — James Joyce

At Pebble Beach, even on your good shots, you've got to hit it to the correct side of the holes to save pars. — Dustin Johnson

For the first time, he allowed himself to think of the day when they might part, of what would come of her. He could not imagine a day without hearing the soft, sultry sound of her voice, of smelling roses and finding himself completely distracted by her scent, by the gentle sway of her hips, the soft brush of her hair against his skin. Her smiles alone were worth a king's ransom.
He would send her into a world where a hundred men would be eager to snatch up what he had tossed away so carelessly. They would not care if she ever smiled. Aye, he knew what would become of her. But what would become of him? — Elizabeth Elliott

Great designers seldom make great advertising men, because they get overcome by the beauty of the picture - and forget that merchandise must be sold. — James Randolph Adams