Suiren Quotes & Sayings

Dear little ones, I know this might be scary and confusing right now, but my name is Jade and I'm here to help. — Jade Miller

She strutted into the room, armour-plated in white linen, belligerent as a battleship. The bib of her apron, starched rigid as a board, curved against a formidable bosom on which she wore her nursing badges like medals of war. — P.D. James

One day I'll be appreciated for what I do instead being held back for what I don't do. — Burnell Taylor

And it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it ... — Charlotte Bronte

Heatstroke is an important and useful addition to the library on climate change, bringing insights from deep-time ecological research to help illuminate the dire forecasts of which we're already so aware. — David Quammen

The sky is full of tokens which speak to the intelligent. — Hugh Miller

It's all in your head
you just have no idea how big your head is. — Lon Milo DuQuette

Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views, and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. With — George Eliot

A decision loses its charm unless you can act on it immediately. — Monica Dickens

In that moment, Dan was reminded why he wanted to write in the first place. It was the same reason anybody does anything
to impress women.
(Jeremy Goodwin, Sports Night) — Aaron Sorkin

He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn't something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal - whatever normal was. — Alice Sebold

A name could be either a ghost or a portent depending on which side of time you were standing. The name Whaletown had become a mere specter of the past, a crepuscular Pacific shimmer, but the name Desolation Sound still hovered in the liminal space and felt to her both oracular and haunted. — Ruth Ozeki

Mo Yan is the Chinese equivalent of the Soviet Russian apparatchik writer Mikhail Sholokhov: a patsy of the regime. — Salman Rushdie