Frieda Prideaux > Frieda's Quotes

“What is it that inspires you? What do you love to do? What would you do for free? At the beginning of my busi-ness career, my why was to become a millionaire, not a good why! And why not? Because that is an aspiration rather than a why. Aspirations, I have found, won’t fuel me when the going gets tough. But a true “why” will.”
― Richard Polak

“The winds were howling out of the Northeast as the sport boat pitched and rolled in the angry sea. The driving rain went unnoticed as the waves crashed over the bow and top of the cabin. Radar and GPS saw what human eyes could not.”
― Marilyn Dalla Valle, Westwind Secrets

“Promise me, if this is the end of us, let it be the beginning of the revolution.”
― Carl Novakovich, The Watchers: The Tomb

“Two rapid shots were fired; the first shot directed at the woman, and the other shot to her companion.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder on the Naval Base

“I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“My mother's life was way too heavy for me.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

“We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows

“I tell him I am proud of his genius for construction, but he says he has no genius for anything, he just never knows when he is beaten.”
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

“It is a mysterious thing how cheerful people become in the face of disaster. My father whistled as he boarded up the windows, and my mother from time to time would call to him happily out the back door. She obviously was enjoying the unusual pleasure of having him home on a weekday morning. Tomorrow they might be ruined or dead, today they had each other.”
― Katherine Paterson, Jacob Have I Loved

“Intellectually, he is like interstellar space - a vast vacuum occasionally crossed by homeless, wandering clichés.”
― John Gunther, Inside U.S.A