Whisphered Quotes & Sayings

He scart me," the girl said.

Miss Mary nodded and looked over at her in a slow, tired way. "That's your common sense talkin'," she said. "That man scare anybody got common sense. — Pete Dexter

Tiger, come on now, you've still got work to do. This round and golf tournament are not over. Hang in there and finish the race. — Tiger Woods

The bodies went back in the doors and bars and the heads in the windows. The cops drove away and Freddy and the guys went back into the Greeks and the street was quiet, just the sound of a tug and an occasional car; and even the blood couldn't be seen from a few feet away. — Hubert Selby Jr.

I could feel the urgency in the driver's voice as he prodded the horses to greater momentum. The rumble of thunder could be heard rolling through the mountains as foreboding dark clouds rolled overhead obscuring the starry sky. The sun vanished with one last glimmer through the pine trees, then night took possession of the earth. — Rhiannon Frater

My fairytale was full of witches, pixies, pirates, dementors, princesses, clowns, true love, betrayal, battles and kings. Yet, I stood on the edge of never and with the bravery of a queen I could see across forever ... and I whisphered to the wind, "Morals of great stories didn't live in kindness. They bloomed from the ashes of who you were to where you were meant to be." — Shannon L. Alder

I'm not a big fan of visual effects. — Jonathan Nolan

No Amish woman would dare to confide, even in her sister, that a man's very presence made her heart quicken and her senses tingle. — Sarah Price

I may act like I don't care anymore, but if only you could see me inside, you'll know how much I wanted to be with you. — Jayson Engay

You may get me to say the word, but know this, you will never truly own me. That right belongs to my real master. You may take his symbol off my hip, but there will always be a scar that reminds us both what was there. And you might take his collar off my throat, but you'll never erase his name from my soul. — Kitty Thomas

The little shit was standing on it like he owned it, wet, sandy paws and all. Arf, arf! — Jill Shalvis

what the melancholy among us sometimes know, though may not be able to articulate, is that coming to the end of our resources may be our only hope for coming to the beginning of something more substantial than self. — Sharon McMahon Moffitt