Tuire Salenius Quotes & Sayings

No, I don't need to do this, she thought. This isn't what I want. I want my mother. The thought startled her, but she couldn't shake it. She wanted Marjorie - wanted to pour out her heart and cry in the arms of the one person whose job it was to listen. It didn't matter how old or how independent Kathryn was. She needed her mother. — Barbara Delinsky

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it. — Gregory Maguire

Certainly, reading Post-Structuralist prose is a form of work, like jogging with a nail in your shoe. — Hugh Kenner

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution. — Rita Mae Brown

There's a lot to be said for not displacing people. — Barney Frank

If you want to do something dangerous ... Don't tell your girlfriend! — Christopher Titus

The gods throw the dice and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not. — Paulo Coelho

It is necessary to reaffirm our solid opposition to any direct offense against life, especially when innocent and defenseless, and the unborn child in its mother's womb is the quintessence of innocence. Let us remember the words of Vatican Council II: 'Therefore from the moment of its conception life must be guarded with the greatest care while abortion and infanticide are unspeakable crimes.' — Pope Francis

He holds me so tight that if an army of scorpions came and tried to drag me out of his arms, they wouldn't be able to. — Susan Ee

I'm free of hypochondria
although I've got
everything else. — Keith Richards

The mind is what it thinks. To make it true, think true. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Opportunity is walking through your life every day in the form of people you meet. — Zig Ziglar

only if the past is understood can the future be navigated — Ross Terrill

He blinked in the gloom. He was wearing heavy black trousers and a waistcoat over a stiff white shirt. His exoself, having chosen an obsession which would have been meaningless in a world of advanced computers, had dressed him for the part of a Victorian naturalist.
The drawers, he knew, were full of beetles. Hundreds of thousands of beetles. He was free, now, to do nothing with his time but study them, sketch them, annotate them, classify them: specimen by specimen, species by species, decade after decade. The prospect was so blissful that he almost keeled over with joy. — Greg Egan