Edward Drummond Quotes

#1. Do he return to the sea?"
They both knew they were no longer discussing the book. "That remains to be seen. There might be something that could tempt him to stay.

Nicole Castroman

#2. This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.

Jael McHenry

#3. We could be on opposite sides of the world, but you would still be mine, as I am yours.

Nicole Castroman

#4. I did a Broadway show with Alan Alda and how much money can Alan Alda have.

Alice Barrett

#5. Come and find me," she said.
"Always.

Nicole Castroman

#6. I had thought that successful people, wealthy people, prosperous people, don't stretch themselves and they don't live a life of pressure. Well I was wrong.

Sunday Adelaja

#7. You take far too many chances," she murmured.
"And you don't take nearly enough. I propose to change that.

Nicole Castroman

#8. We no longer get work out of our children; today we get meaning.

Esther Perel

#9. If you intend to look like a street urchin and smell like a sow, I shall have to call you something else." He looked Teach over from head to toe, noting his shabby black hair and beard. "You're no dandy. I'll call you Blackbeard. Welcome aboard.

Nicole Castroman

#10. his heart would out-pace his feet and burst. His heart, his whole body, was overflowing with an emotion that he could only describe as love. He

Karl Marlantes

#11. I'm not the first person to have said this - no writer ever feels that the execution of a book lives up to the idea for that book. The execution always falls short.

Stephen King

#12. I can easily set my tone.

Esther Hicks

#13. When you attain to an egoless emptiness great creativity happens.

Rajneesh

#14. Forgive others without complaint or concern.

Debasish Mridha

#15. What celebrities are useful for is bringing attention to the public and making them more aware. They can be unbelievably effective.

Diane Keaton

#16. There, on that hill, his wife could be seen. She lay like a sleeping boulder, the air and toxins wearing away at her, her arms curled under her head. Maybe.

Hugh Howey