Quotes about herring
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Brian Andreas photo

“Songs to Herself:
She waved at all the people on the trains & later, when she saw they didn't wave back, she started singing songs to herself & it went that way the whole day & she couldn't remember having a better time in her life.”

Brian Andreas (1956) American artist

Variant: She waved at all the people on the train & later, when she saw they didn't wave back, she started singing songs to herself & it went that way the whole day & she couldn't remember having a better time in her life.
Source: Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

Karen Marie Moning photo
Brian Andreas photo
Brandon Mull photo
Dr. Seuss photo
Italo Calvino photo
Frank McCourt photo
Toni Morrison photo

“First of all, I'm not narcissistic." When she opened her lips to argue, he said, "I know Narkissos of Thespiae -- while we might share traits, I came first, so he's Lothairistic, not the other way around.”

Kresley Cole American writer

Source: First of all, I'm not narcissistic."..."I know Narkissos of Thespiae--while we might share traits, I came first, so he's Lothairistic, not the other way around"-- Lothaire

Milan Kundera photo
Rick Riordan photo
Patrick Rothfuss photo
Lorrie Moore photo
Ernest Hemingway photo
Rachel Caine photo
Cassandra Clare photo
Thomas Hardy photo
Cassandra Clare photo
Cassandra Clare photo
Wilkie Collins photo
Louisa May Alcott photo
Richelle Mead photo
Ayn Rand photo

“She’s drunk dialing contractors ” Chloe said to Tara. “Someone should stop her.”

Jill Shalvis (1963) American writer

Source: Simply Irresistible

David Levithan photo
Philippa Gregory photo
Jodi Picoult photo
John Berger photo
Victor Hugo photo
Ann Brashares photo
Karen Marie Moning photo
Markus Zusak photo

“Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain. (p. 85)”

Variant: The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
Source: The Book Thief

Cassandra Clare photo

“… As could the sarcasm in her voice. "yes, she's bleeding to deat Lu upstairs, but i thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.”

Variant: Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.
Source: City of Fallen Angels

Flannery O’Connor photo

“Mrs. Hopewell had no bad qualities of her own but she was able to use other people's in such a constructive way that she never felt the lack.”

Flannery O’Connor (1925–1964) American novelist, short story writer

Source: A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories

Michael Cunningham photo
Rick Riordan photo
Kelley Armstrong photo
Ernest Cline photo
David Levithan photo

“Everyone has the right to tell the truth about her own life.”

Ellen Bass (1947) American writer

Source: The Courage to Heal: A Guide for Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse

Will Durant photo
Sylvia Day photo

“The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.”

Sylvia Day (1973) American writer

Source: Reflected in You

Sophie Kinsella photo
Nicholas Sparks photo

“Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it.”

Variant: Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it." - Landon Carter
Source: A Walk to Remember

Jodi Picoult photo

“I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.
Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.”

Variant: Goldfish get big enough only for the bowl you put them in. Bonsai trees twist in miniature. I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.
Source: My Sister's Keeper

Cassandra Clare photo

“Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?”

Variant: Simon," said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. "I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?
Source: City of Heavenly Fire

Margaret Mitchell photo
Robert A. Heinlein photo
Nicholas Sparks photo
James Fenimore Cooper photo
Carson McCullers photo
Jeffrey Eugenides photo
Philip K. Dick photo
Roald Dahl photo
Ann Brashares photo
Brian Andreas photo

“She told me once that the year she went to England she painted her buttons yellow so she would remember what the sun felt like.”

Brian Andreas (1956) American artist

Source: Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

Suzanne Collins photo
George Gordon Byron photo

“History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page”

George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement
George MacDonald photo

“He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.”

Patrick Süskind (1949) German writer and screenwriter

Source: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.”

Gena Showalter (1975) American writer

Source: The Darkest Whisper

Cheryl Strayed photo
Suzanne Collins photo
Neal Shusterman photo
Markus Zusak photo

“I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”

Markus Zusak (1975) Australian author

Source: I Am the Messenger

Alexander McCall Smith photo

“Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.”

Maya Banks (1964) Author

Source: Rush

Rick Riordan photo

“Wear pink!' her mother had said. 'It confuses the enemy.”

Donita K. Paul (1950) American writer

Variant: Wear pink. It confuses the enemy.
Source: DragonFire

Suzanne Collins photo
Ruth Ozeki photo
Garth Nix photo

“A hundred hundred heartbeats…" whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.”

pp. 358-359.
Source: “Toys, Abhorsen. And too late. Much too late.”
It was not just words he spoke, but power, Free Magic power that froze Sabriel’s nerves, caught at her muscles. Desperately, she struggled to ring the bells, but her wrists were locked in place…
Tantalizingly slowly, Kerrigor glided forward, till he was a mere arm’s length away. Towering over her like some colossal statue of rough-hewn night, his breath rolling down on her with the stench of a thousand abattoirs.
Someone – a girl quietly coughing out her last breath on the floor – touched Sabriel’s ankle with a light caress. A small spark of golden Charter Magic came from that dying touch, slowly swelling into Sabriel’s veins, traveling upwards, warming joints, freeing muscles. At last it reached her wrists and hands–and the bells rang out.
It was not the clear, true sound it should be, for somehow the bulk of Kerrigor took the sound in and warped it– but it had an effect. Kerrigor slid back, and was diminished, till he was a little more than twice Sabriel’s height.
But he was not subject to Sabriel’s will. Saraneth had not bound him, and Kibeth had only forced him back.
Sabriel rang the bells again, concentrating on the difficult counterpoint between them, forcing all her will into their magic. Kerrigor would fall under her domination, he would walk where she willed…

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