Stanisinci Quotes & Sayings

Why do you do it, Amber? Why do you go after people like you do? It's not who you are."

"That's the point," Amber said. "I'm not allowed to be who I really am. — Cole Gibsen

He throws his hands up in a request for mercy, I'm not in the mood so I stab him in the heart. — David Estes

I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me. — Kiera Cass

I don't think England is that gray but India is like a long drone. — Ray Davies

He looked at me now.
"Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'"
I remembered. "Yes ... "
"I didn't want to fix it, because I liked driving you places. — C.J. Duggan

Percy let me go, she croaked. You can't pull me up.
Never — Rick Riordan

It's like I became so obsessed with doing things right, I forgot to enjoy them. — Jessica Brody

The most casual reader of the New Testament can scarcely fail to see the commanding position the resurrection of Christ holds in Christianity. It is the creator of its new and brighter hopes, of its richer and stronger faith, of its deeper and more exalted experience. — Edward McKendree Bounds

I sometimes heard the parents of Michel's playmates sigh about how, after a busy day, they really needed "a moment to themselves." The children were in bed at last, and then came the magic moment, and not a minute earlier. I've always thought that was strange, because for me that moment began much earlier. When Michel came home from school, for example, and everything was as it should be. — Herman Koch

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem. — Diana Gabaldon

On the seventh of May, Cerise Mar, Erian Mar, and Mikita Mar traveled to the aforementioned manor house and found Lagar Sheerile, Peva Sheerile, Arig Sheerile, and several men in their employ on the premises. Cerise Mar voiced a polite and a nonviolent request that they get the hell off our land, which was refused. — Ilona Andrews