Wildhagens Quotes & Sayings

From the Son of Heaven down to the mass of the people, all must consider the cultivation of the person the root of everything besides. — Confucius

But it was my parents I longed for mostly. I wanted to be a little girl again and cuddle into them, wriggling in between them like I'd done in their bed when I was three or four, snug and warm in the safest place in the world.
Instead I had Hell. — John Marsden

-Tell me where that bird is.=

-She's in the drawer.-

-What drawer?-

-Same one she's always been in.-

-What drawer?!

-Your mother's knickers drawer,- and he spat right in Mr. White's face. — Ransom Riggs

Ma petite.' That was all, just my nickname, but it seemed to hold years of I love yous. The — Laurell K. Hamilton

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
[Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.] — Ovid

Other men look up and down, left and right; but men like us are different. We are visionaries. — Eoin Colfer

St. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town. — Oscar Wilde

As his mouth flooded with that horrible sweet purple taste, he could actually see those grapes dull, dusty, obese and nasty, crawling up a dirty stucco wall in a thick, syrupy sunlight that was silent except for the stupid buzz of many flies — Stephen King

What was a very private childhood hobby turned into a very a public, professional job, and I think that there's a lot of inhibition that can grow from that. — Adrian Tomine

A golfer needs a loving wife to whom he can describe the day's play through the long evening. — P.G. Wodehouse

How could all this fresh water of memories have spurted once again and flowed through my impure soul of today without getting soiled? — Marcel Proust

Friends. Just friends. Baseball... baseball... — Sibylla Matilde

Good friends are those who care without hesitation, who remember without limitation and who love even without communication — Philippos Syrigos

Loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve - like the soul's version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable. And — Laini Taylor

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions. — Lord Byron