Squibbler Quotes & Sayings

The prize-story experience had seemed to open a way which might, after long traveling and much uphill work, lead to this delightful chateau en Espagne. But the novel disaster quenched her courage for a time, for public opinion is a giant which has frightened stouter-hearted Jacks on bigger beanstalks than hers. Like that immortal hero, she reposed awhile after the first attempt, which resulted in a tumble and the least lovely of the giant's treasures, if I remember rightly. But the 'up again and take another — Louisa May Alcott

Winning has always meant much to me, but winning friends has meant the most. — Babe Didrikson Zaharias

Everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself. — Marie Anne De Vichy-Chamrond, Marquise Du Deffand

I was always a big James Franco fan. — Gia Coppola

Then . . . who then . . . is the murderer?' he asked in a breathless voice, unable to restrain himself.
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Porfiry Petrovitch sank back in his chair, as though he were amazed at the question. 'Who is the murderer?' he repeated, as though unable to believe his ears. 'Why, you, Rodion Romanovitch! You are the murderer,' he added, almost in a whisper, in a voice of genuine conviction. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

People like me, who care about printing, constitute the tiniest lunatic fringe in the nation. — Leonard Baskin

Without writers, none of the entertainment would exist. It starts with writers. Writers are the most important piece of the entire puzzle. — Hill Harper

The only difference between falling in love and being in love is that your heart already knows how you feel, but your mind is too stubborn to admit it. — Colleen Hoover

Only weak ask for loyalty; Mighty command it. — Anupam Sinha

I used to think mercy meant showing kindness to someone who didn't deserve it, as if only the recipient defined the act. The girl in between has learned that mercy is defined by its giver. Our flaws are obvious, yet we are loved and able t love, if we choose, because there is that bit of the divine still smoldering in us. — Susan Meissner