Stamatia Billis Quotes & Sayings

suddenly up and died. Really. — Meg Cabot

I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die. — Alfred Tennyson

I love getting into physical shape for a film; it makes me feel more like what the character needs to be. — Liam Hemsworth

A dutiful wife enables a good man to add her hands to his own for self-applause. — Tom Morrison

That's why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye - because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had. — Stephenie Meyer

It's a lot easier to get your way if you have more than one way. — Jennifer James

All I wanted was peace between our peoples. But I see now that this is not possible, for my people are ruled by a dreamer, and the jinn are rules by a monster. — Jessica Khoury

This is the way it was ment to be — D.J. MacHale

I started appreciating and valuing different things. Some things just became insufferable to me, and not just literature. I used to like horror movies and now I couldn't stand them. — Aleksandar Hemon

Hubris is when God screws you over for being a smartass. — Raymond L. Atkins

her skin nearly transparent, as if her body was halfway to heaven already, with only her fierce, eaglelike gaze left behind. — Jennifer Bernard

There are people who say, 'Oh this guy is quite thick.' I think the reason is that, increasingly, I don't mind being simple in terms of literary expression. Others say, 'No, no, no. He went to Cambridge. He got a good degree. He must be Einstein.' — Alain De Botton

Without him, we are nothing, but the paradox is that we, the figments of another mind, will outlive the mind that made us, for once we are thrown into the world, we continue to exist forever, and our stories go on being told, even after we are dead. — Paul Auster

Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice. — Terry Pratchett