Moses > Moses's Quotes

“Today I plan to smile a lot, only so people who know me will be freaked the fuck out.”
― R.D. Ronald

“I have MPS, a marsupial positioning system”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Try not to worry, honey. We’ll take very good care of Dimwit, and I have a good feeling that we’ll be calling you to come pick him up in no time. In the meantime, I’ll call you every evening with a report on how he’s doing.”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“The world seemed to slow down.”
― J L MARRAIN, THE GRIDD: PERILS OF THE LIGHTHOLDER

“The blazing trail of innovation and progress, which often erupted with blazing explosions, had forged a strong nation, hardening it like steel to become the towering pillar of liberty and ultimate beacon of hope for all mankind.”
― Rich DiSilvio, A Blazing Gilded Age

“Her quiet sobs were absorbed into the aria of their voices, their protection and love enveloping her pain and carrying her song.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“Sillyhead, Sam said. Are you kidding! You’ve been raised by pirates. Remember!”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“And we’ll plant more next year!”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“   In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“seen.”
― Caleb Carr, The Alienist

“let me tell you something. Inside this stupid body I’m still young — I still feel, I still want, I still dream, I still kick up my heels and chafe at restrictions like my body. Old age is the bitterest vengeance our vengeful God inflicts upon us. Why doesn’t He age our minds as well?”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds

“For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. If my career were of that better kind that there was any opportunity or capacity of sacrifice in it, I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Try to hold me in your mind, at some quiet times, as ardent and sincere in this one thing. The time will come, the time will not be long in coming, when new ties will be formed about you--ties that will bind you yet more tenderly and strongly to the home you so adorn--the dearest ties that will ever grace and gladden you. O Miss Manette, when the little picture of a happy father's face looks up in yours, when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“Each of us must decide: Am I a fun-loving Tigger or am I a sad-sack Eeyore? Pick a camp.”
― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

“I hate it that they even count errors,' Ethan said. . . . 'What kind of game is that? No other sport do they do that, Dad. There's no other sport where they put the errors on the freaking scoreboard for everybody to look at. They don't even have errors in other sports. They have fouls. They have penalties. Those are things that players could get on purpose, you know. But in baseball they keep track of how many accidents you have.'
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Errors . . . Well, they are a part of life, Ethan,' he tried to explain. 'Fouls and penalties, generally speaking, are not. That's why baseball is more like life than other games. Sometimes I feel like that's all I do in life, keep track of my errors.'
But Dad, you're a grown-up,' Ethan reminded him. 'A kid's life isn't supposed to be that way.”
― Michael Chabon, Summerland

“It was not a pleasant evening. She tried to read, but the insistent gnawing thought that her life was done, and not very well done at that, appeared on every page. She tried to sew—but the work she had at hand was unsatisfactory. “It’s only another failure!” she said to herself, and laid it down.
She had no fancy work. If her books failed her she was lonely indeed.”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Herland and Selected Stories