Timbered Houses Quotes & Sayings

And yet we were very much alike; we'd lost our souls, and we were ready to destroy others. — Yasmina Khadra

One last word,' I said in my horrible careful English, 'are you quite, quite sure that - well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but - well - some day, any day, you will not come to live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope'
'No,' she said smiling, 'no.'
'It would have made all the difference,' said Humbert Humbert.
Then I pulled out my automatic-I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never even occurred to me to do it. — Vladimir Nabokov

We should be patient in developing and strengthening our testimonies. Rather than expecting immediate or spectacular manifestations, though they will come when needed, we should pray for a testimony, study the scriptures, follow the counsel of our prophet and other Church leaders, and live the principles of the gospel. Our testimonies then will grow and mature naturally, perhaps imperceptibly at times, until they become driving forces in our lives. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

The world is so much bigger than you know, and if you set your mind to it you can go anywhere. It's just a flight away, whether you want to go eat hippo meat in Tanzania, or anything! — Ito Ogawa

The one thing I regret was that my work required an enormous amount of my time, and a lot of travel. — Neil Armstrong

I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;
then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. It glides past the western windows with its villages, their thatched roofs like caps, pulled over the white-washed, half-timbered houses, its corn-fields, gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the slanting light, its orchards, its barns and old lime trees.
The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles. The train stamps and stamps onward. I stand at the window and hold on to the frame. These names mark the boundaries of my youth. — Erich Maria Remarque

The Brat - Victoria to her second-grade teacher, Vicki to her mother, but the Brat to her father and in her heart - was — Joe Hill

Dillon diminished my sense of feeling alive, Gavin. But you ... your brought that back to me. — Gail McHugh

Only the gods tell him what to do, and you should beware of men who take their orders from the gods. — Bernard Cornwell