Johnson > Johnson's Quotes

“Maxim could do his worst, but she was strong, had needed to be from a young age and no matter what happened, Kara wasn’t going to break for him or anyone else no matter what they threw at her.”
― Becky Wilde, Bratva Connection: Maxim

“Before she knew it, Remy found herself daydreaming about Logan holding her tight against his lean, muscular body.”
― Hope Worthington, Shifting Moon: Shifting Moon Saga, Book 1

“Sunny, a silver boy of nine, daydreams of rescuing two princesses: “The princesses’ savior was a gallant knight. No! A prince! The valiant prince was surprisingly young. And silvered.”
― Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

“Mary stared at the dreamlike happenings on the page. Human figures faced each other; the man’s head was a golden ball with rays reaching up to huge stars and out to the distant mountains; the woman’s silver head was sickle-shaped and surrounded by birds like eagles with white beaks. Some of the black letters glowed because they had tips like tiny flames.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“an ascetic might be a pauper, but he has ashrams where love, happiness, and prosperity overflow.”
― Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

“If there was one thing a former sniper could do well, it was wait. Patiently. Quietly. Without a sound. Barely a movement. Just him, a quiet mind and his breath.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“The filigreed iron gates of the Navy Yard were open wide between two pillars that featured large spread-winged eagles on orbs. Men were standing around as women came out together in their overalls after their shifts. Before the war women didn’t work at the Navy Yard, but with men joining up or drafted and a new campaign with a poster of 'Rosie the Riveter' it did its job encouraging woman to work outside the home for the war effort.”
― A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I have decided it's my mind that's woman. It's my narrator. It's my relationship to myself, and oddly, nothing at all to do with my body.”
― Sara Pascoe

“I promise loyalty. I promise secrecy. And I promise courage.”
― Chuck Dixon, Batgirl: Year One

“The impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him. Once more, as on that day in the synagogue, Daniel felt a spark leap up in his own body. Looking about him he could see the same spark reflected in the eyes of the men and women who jostled him.”
― Elizabeth George Speare, The Bronze Bow: A Newbery Award Winner – A Novel About Hate, Revenge, and Jesus's Message of Love for Kids

“Now, as I understand it, the bards were feared. They were respected, but more than that they were feared. If you were just some magician, if you'd pissed off some witch, then what's she gonna do, she's gonna put a curse on you, and what's gonna happen? Your hens are gonna lay funny, your milk's gonna go sour, maybe one of your kids is gonna get a hare-lip or something like that — no big deal.

You piss off a bard, and forget about putting a curse on you, he might put a satire on you. And if he was a skilful bard, he puts a satire on you, it destroys you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your community, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your children, in the eyes of yourself, and if it's a particularly good bard, and he's written a particularly good satire, then three hundred years after you're dead, people are still gonna be laughing, at what a twat you were.”
― Alan Moore

“The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“These four did not realize it, but they were coming down with the strange, capricious disease which came later to be known as radiation sickness.”
― John Hersey, Hiroshima

“الذاكرة زائفة, كيف تكذّب ذكرياتنا دائمًا: تغير ترتيب الأحداث, وتعطي معنىً لشيء لم يكن له معنى, وتجمّل وتبجّل? لهذا أكتفي بما فعلته, بالمظاهر المحددة, بشكل موضوعي, لا أرغب بتضليل أو باختراع أشياء من ذكراتي.”
― Günter Grass