Uncircumscribed Define Quotes & Sayings

Kissing a woman's hand is never the right thing to do; it is either too much or too little. — Melchior Lengyel

If you never allow your children to exceed what they can do, how are they ever going to manage adult life - where a lot of it is managing more than you thought you could manage? — Ellen Galinsky

It was always November there. — John Ashbery

Writing is still on my slate. — Jaleel White

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless. — Veronica Roth

Do you fancy catching a movie at the Sturbridge Theater tonight? That new Robert Pattinson movie is showing," I ask her, the phone cradled against my chest.
"Definitely sign me up for that!" Ari replies, chuckling as I mock scowl. Her easy laugh warms my soul.
"We're in," I tell Gil, arranging to meet him and his date in the diner later.
"So, who is it this time?" Ari asks, resting her chin in her hands. "Anyone we know?"
Considering I can count the girls on one hand who have enjoyed more than one date with Gil, I doubt it'll be someone familiar. "I didn't ask; guess we'll find out soon enough."
"Five bucks says it's a blonde," Ari quips.
"That's one bet I'm not taking," I admit, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. "Gil's penchant for blondes is world-renowned. — Siobhan Davis

We have, without any fanfare or much conversation, moved into a era in which news organizations are expected to explain themselves. Twenty years ago, it would not be expected that the New York Times would explain itself. The concept of what accountability. — Alex Jones

We are all scarred by life. And mortals die where angels recover. — Nalini Singh

My godchild Zoe, age 6, suddenly said: "Can you describe what romance is?" I talked about wooing, and yearning, and she sighed and leaned back, "I think that love is my favorite thing in this whole world ... " Me too, Zoe, me too. — SARK

May we always say thank you to God, especially for his patience and mercy. — Pope Francis

The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less than two stories and landed in a thick pile of straw, but it still hurt. With the wind knocked from him, he lay staring up at the sky and the wall.
Royce's shadow crossed his face. "That was pathetic."
"You're enjoying this a little too much for me to think you're honestly trying to help."
"Trust me. I want you to improve. I want you to fall from much higher up. — Michael J. Sullivan

I write for ghosts; the ghosts I can't see but I know stick around. Some I know are good. Others I know are bad. The first bring me nostalgic comfort while the latter instill unease. — Donna Lynn Hope