Tim Jenkin Quotes & Sayings

How often in life do people make that awful sacrifice, that murder of possibilities? — Andrew Sean Greer

Her heart pounded as [Cam's] lips bypassed hers and came to a stop, whispering in her ear: 'Don't let him flip you off next time. — Lauren Kate

The economy's not a car, there's no engine to stall, No expert can fix it, there's no "it" at all. The economy's us, we don't need a mechanic, Put away the wrenches, the economy's organic. — Jeffrey Tucker

Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun! — Alexander Blok

Would it surprise you to hear that man's unhappiness is due in large measure to the way he is seeking after happiness? You know this already from your own life. For when you have been unhappy, you have been unhappy with others - with your father or mother, your sister or brother, your spouse, your son, your daughter. If unhappiness is with others, wouldn't it stand to reason that happiness must be with others as well? — Anasazi Foundation

Why did dogs make one want to cry? There was something so quiet and hopeless about their sympathy. Jasper, knowing something was wrong, as dogs always do. Trunks being packed. Cars being brought to the door. Dogs standing with drooping tails, dejected eyes. Wandering back to their baskets in the hall when the sound of the car dies away. — Daphne Du Maurier

Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and lie on the bed the way I used to. Please take me home. — Grant Morrison

In truth, I would have said anything to make LaGuerta take me to the rink. I wanted to go to the arena very badly. I wanted to see this body stacked in the net on the ice more than anything else I could think of, wanted to undo the neat wrapping and see the clean dry flesh. I wanted to see it so much that I felt like a cartoon of a dog on point, wanted to be there with it so much that I felt self-righteous and possessive about the body. — Jeff Lindsay

I have neither the ability of a poet or the flourish of a dramatist. But I must admit I was floored — Tushar Raheja