Vallon Classics Quotes & Sayings

Mark whirled on them. His eyes were blind, unseeing. You bring the twins in front of me and you kill them over and over. My Ty, he doesn't understand why I can't save him. You bring me Dru and when she laughs to see the fairytale castle, all ringed round with hedges, you throw her against the thorns until their pierce her small body. And you bid me wash in Octavian's blood for the blood of an innocent child is magic under the Hill. — Cassandra Clare

I was always exploring relationships between art and science. — Ariel Garten

You can't do it all yourself. Don't be afraid to rely on others to help you accomplish your goals. — Oprah Winfrey

They were all so young and so aware of it. Youth comprised their sole asset, which each understood, and such knowledge excited them as much as it haunted them. — Robert Dunbar

Jack, you've debauched my sloth. — Patrick O'Brian

The man of integrity who is true to self and to God will choose the right whether or not anyone is looking because he is self-driven, not externally controlled. — Tad R. Callister

I married my best friend. And I listen! Ultimately I've been very fortunate - I understand that that doesn't happen for everybody but it happened for us and we take it very seriously. — Harry Connick Jr.

Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky?
Was there a father?
Or have the planets cut holes in their nets
and let our childhood out,
or are we the dolls themselves,
born but never fed? — Anne Sexton

I deal with guys in their 20s and early 30s who are presidents of companies, who are movie directors. — Peter Criss

Human minds are soft and easy to bend and mold. Most will just follow, never questioning. They are like sheep being led to slaughter. — Cameo Renae

Because lascivious or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he now had little belief in their sincerity when he heard them from Emma; they should be taken with a grain of salt, he thought, because the most exaggerated speeches usually hid the weakest feelings - as though the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow into the emptiest phrases, since no one can ever express the exact measure of his needs, his conceptions, or his sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked pot on which we beat out rhythms for bears to dance to when we are striving to make music that will wring tears from the stars. — Gustave Flaubert

THERE IS NO mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn
or worse, indifference
cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present. — Jed Rubenfeld