His Quotes
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My father was an accountant and his father was a typographer.
Umberto Eco
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When his eyes rested on her, he stopped. He’d been smiling before, in a friendly fashion. But what lit his face when he saw her was more than a smile, more than a grin. It was as if someone had thrown aside the curtains of a sickroom on a glorious morning, to let sunlight spill into every darkened corner.
Courtney Milan
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He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
H. L. Hunt
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Look at his quotes. He did say they should have played harder
Champ Bailey
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Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.
Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry
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He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.
He closed his eyes.
Charles Beaumont
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His life story was the story of Patricia and him, after all, for better or worse, and if she ended his life might go on, but his story would be over.
Charlie Jane Anders
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When she was sitting staring into space, communing with her disillusion, his heart would be wrung by their unloving beauty.
Christina Stead
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Faith does not rest on your ability to feel God’s love, it rests on His ability to keep His promise.
Colin S. Smith
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This time, his gaze fixed on her and stayed. The wind blew, whipping her skirts about her ankles, as if he'd called up a gale with the intensity of his stare.
Courtney Milan
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If there was one thing she knew by then, by age twenty-two, it was that she had to get far away and stay away. Here in his world she was trapped in an intolerable corner, which seemed to grow tighter and tighter each year. And now no place in America felt right.
Nicole Mones
