Verbivore Vocabulary Quotes & Sayings

People hate the idea of politicians, you see, but love the idea of authors, at least until they meet one. — Matthew Pearl

She pictures love as a pond to be stepped into, swum around in, and then climbed out of and toweled off before getting too chilly. — Jessica Shattuck

He stared at her, his dark eyes unfathomable. "You could meet a better, worthier man."
She laughed, a strained, harsh sound. "I've already met one--he's marrying my sister!"
The words blazed forth, hanging in the air as though etched in fire, impossible to recall or deny. They stared at each other, scarcely breathing--then, in an instant, Trevenan closed the distance between them in one stride and pulled her to him, arms banding around her like iron.
Their mouths met in a fierce mutual claiming, and the world went white around them--white as lightning, white as the heart of a flame. Closing her eyes, Aurelia let herself fall, deep into a void where all that existed was his touch, his taste, and the hot, urgent press of his lips against hers. This, she thought hazily. Yes, this. And knew by his response, the guttural moan in his throat, that it was the same for him. Love, that is first and last of all things made...
"Damn you, James! Why couldn't you wait for me? — Pamela Sherwood

Non-co-operation is protest against an unwitting and unwilling participation in evil. — Mahatma Gandhi

Women are the holders of all knowledge, everything a man knows he stole from a woman. — Bill Mollison

Exit, pursued by a bear. — William Shakespeare

You were born to find your purpose in life, not to sit on your arse and watch TV — Steven Aitchison

I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we'd have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I'll remember my whole life. — Jenny Han

His solid flesh had never been away,
For each dawn found him in his usual place,
But every night his spirit loved to race
Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day.
He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind,
And come back safely from the Ghooric zone,
When one still night across curved space was thrown
That beckoning piping from the voids behind.
He waked that morning as an older man,
And nothing since has looked the same to him.
Objects around float nebulous and dim
False, phantom trifles of some vaster plan.
His folk and friends are now an alien throng
To which he struggles vainly to belong. — H.P. Lovecraft

Hollywood is a fast-paced, competitive world. — Josh Henderson

I was very surprised when last I bought a packet of cigarettes and had to request a refund as I read a warning that told me "smoking can cause fatal lung cancer". — Robert Clark

Things explain each other, not themselves. — George Oppen

People are like books. Eventually, the focus shifts from the cover to the story that cannot be read in one sitting. — Kat Lehmann

You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you? — Becca Fitzpatrick

It is difficult to judge one's contemporaries; perhaps it is impossible to understand them. — Odilon Redon