Surma Eyes Quotes & Sayings

There is no harder worker than a former government employee who has discovered the word incentive. — Nelson DeMille

I need to experience books, not just read them. — Lauren Morrill

I will meet you on Wednesdays at noon in Celebration Park. Kissing only. I won't touch you below the shoulders. You can touch me anywhere. No dating, no hookups. I will meet with you for as long as you meet me, so if you miss a Wednesday we part as strangers ... — Mary Ann Rivers

My home kitchen is airy, with a gas stove, a stainless-steel island table in the center and granite countertops. It's very modest but there's tons of counter space, so you can slap down three or four cutting boards. — Grant Achatz

I could never be a sports writer, unless my assignment was to write 'sports sports sports sports sports' for three pages — Megan Boyle

In reality, psychiatric diagnosing is a kind of spiritual profiling that can destroy lives and frequently does. — Peter Breggin

Emma leaned over to where their faces were only inches apart. Since you think you know everything, tell me if you understand this. Have you ever wanted something so bad you think you'd die if you don't have it? That the mere thought of it keeps you up at night. You can't sleep, you can't eat, you can't drink. You are so consumed by that desire nothing else matters, and you're not sure life is worth living if you can't have it. — Katie Ashley

The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London — John Masefield

Impact lies in the vicinity of mistakes. — Bertolt Brecht

I certainly remember building model rockets. It was fun to watch the rocket blast into the air, suspenseful to wonder if the parachute would open to bring the rocket safely back. — Eric Allin Cornell

Ulis, he prayed, abandoning the set words, let my anger die with him. Let both of us be freed from the burden of his actions. Even if I cannot forgive him, help me not to hate him. Ulis was a cold god, a god of night and shadows and dust. His love was found in emptiness, his kindness in silence. And that was what Maia needed. Silence, coldness, kindness. He focused his thoughts carefully on the familiar iconography, the image of Ulis's open hands; the god of letting go was surely the god who would listen to an unwilling emperor. Help me not to feel hatred, he prayed, and after a while it became easier to ask that Dazhis find peace, that Maia's anger not be added to the weight against his soul. — Katherine Addison