Whitchurch Primary Quotes & Sayings

She had always avoided personal reactions, but she was forced to break her rule when she saw the expression on his face. She burst out laughing. — Ayn Rand

Utopias travel about underground, in the pipes. There they branch out in every direction. They sometimes meet, and fraternize there. Jean-Jacques lends his pick to Diogenes, who lends him his lantern. Sometimes they enter into combat there. Calvin seizes Socinius by the hair. But nothing arrests nor interrupts the tension of all these energies toward the goal, and the vast, simultaneous activity, which goes and comes, mounts, descends, and mounts again in these obscurities, and which immense unknown swarming slowly transforms the top and the bottom and the inside and the outside. Society hardly even suspects this digging which leaves its surface intact and changes its bowels. There are as many different subterranean stages as there are varying works, as there are extractions. What emerges from these deep excavations? The future. — Victor Hugo

She scowled at him until a light appeared in her intelligent eyes, as if she had had an epiphany. Are you an illegal alien? — Sherrilyn Kenyon

If Bush, as I believe, has reliable information on the fact that Saddam Hussein is making weapons of mass destruction, I cannot not support the policies of his government. — Steven Spielberg

I do me, and me is my hits. I'm out there really to satisfy the people. — Del Shannon

I learned that if you're going to be a troublemaker, you don't want a ton of witnesses, because there's inevitable fallout from living like you're in 'Lord of the Flies.' — Natasha Lyonne

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said. — John Fowles

As soon as the love relationship does not lead me to me, as soon as I in a love relationship do not lead another person to himself, this love, even if it seems to be the most secure and ecstatic attachment I have ever experienced, is not true love. For real love is dedicated to continual becoming. — Leo Buscaglia

Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity. — Hermann Hesse