Wayin Fir Quotes & Sayings

Many a man that could rule a hundherd millyon sthrangers with an ir'n hand is careful to take off his shoes in the front hallway whin he comes home late at night. — Finley Peter Dunne

We and the world, my children, will always be at war.
Retreat is impossible.
Arm yourselves. — Leif Enger

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible. — William Shakespeare

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true. — Jean M. Auel

The difference between de jure and de facto segregation is the difference between open, forthright bigotry and the shamefaced kind that works through unwritten agreements between real estate dealers, school officials, and local politicians. — Shirley Chisholm

I'm usually working either on a picture book and a young adult book, or a middle grade book and a young adult book. When I get bored with one, I move to the other, and then I go back. — Jacqueline Woodson

Some of the most beautiful things are those we can only enjoy from afar. The unattainability makes the attraction more intense. — Penelope Ward

I really romanticized being pregnant. Then I realized, this is awful! — Marcia Cross

Nationality is a very curious thing. The blood is Scots and the temperament is Scots, but I am, in fact, 100% American. — Alexander Mackendrick

The moon, almost full, shines high in the sky in front of me. I roll down the window and rest my arm on top of the door frame. The night air blowing in softly through the open window feels cool on my face. For the moment, all seems right with the world. — Kevin James Shay

A man may go to heaven with half the pains it cost him to purchase hell. — Henry Fielding

Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it. — John Banville

Heidi loudly wailed, Oh I want to go home. What the poor snowhopper will do without me? Grandmother is waiting for me everyday. Poor Thistlefinch gets blows if Peter gets no cheese, and I must see the sun again when he says good-night to the mountains. How the eagle would screech if he saw all the people here in Frankfurt. — Johanna Spyri