Valtchev Uterine Quotes & Sayings

I got out of the elevator and confronted Mr. Wexler. "Killing is wrong."
"We kill chickens," Mr. Wexler said. "We kill cows. We kill trees. So big deal, we kill some drug dealers."
It was hard to argue with that kind of logic because I like cows and chickens and trees much better than drug dealers. — Janet Evanovich

You have to think about your options, weigh the consequences before you make decisions, but the advice was so worthless when it came to the things that mattered. — Brenna Yovanoff

The more we want certain situations, the more we find ourself stuck in situations we do not want. — Geshe Kelsang Gyatso

The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music."
"Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer. — Cinda Williams Chima

The greatest mistake is to think you are too strong to fall into temptation. Put your finger in the fire and it will burn. So we have to go through the fire. — Mother Teresa

Watching a complex stitch pattern grow as I knit silences the voice in my head that tells me to sweep the floor. I imagine dust bunnies are knitting themselves together under my chair. — Debbie Macomber

She smiled back at him. Neither of them had said so much as hello yet she was looking at him with those eyes. Deep in the cathedral of his young being, Erik felt a bell toll, a peal of recognition. And for the rest of his life, he would swear, he would swear to anyone who asked, although nothing was said aloud, he heard Daisy Bianco speak to him. She said it with her eyes, he heard it clearly in his head, and it wasn't hello.
It was, 'Well, here you are...'
Here I am, he thought. — Suanne Laqueur

He was born to be alone, a damned cold intellectual, an egoist. — Ursula K. Le Guin