Hetheringtons Quotes

#1. Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over ... Death is not anything ... death is not ... It's the absence of presence, nothing more ... the endless time of never coming back ... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound ...

Tom Stoppard

#2. It fills all Space, and what It fills, It is. What It thinks, that It utters; and what It utters, that It hears; and It itself is Thinker, Utterer, Hearer, Thought, Word, Audition; it is the One, and yet the All in All. Ah, the happiness, ah, the happiness of Being!

Edwin A. Abbott

#3. And when you're afraid of someone's judgment, you can't connect with them. You're too preoccupied with the task of impressing them.

Amanda Palmer

#4. Father was the eldest son and the heir apparent, and he set the standard for being a Rockefeller very high, so every achievement was taken for granted and perfection was the norm.

David Rockefeller

#5. Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Edmund Spenser

#6. Whatever is done without ostentation, and without the people being witnesses of it, is, in my opinion, most praiseworthy: not that the public eye should be entirely avoided, for good actions desire to be placed in the light; but notwithstanding this, the greatest theater for virtue is conscience.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

#7. But Ty? Deuce snorted. Not in love, his ass. Ty could fool Zane, maybe. He could even fool himself for a while longer. But Ty couldn't fool Deuce, not anymore.

Madeleine Urban

#8. If the White Witch offers you Turkish Delights, tell her to shove off.
Scout

Tammy Blackwell

#9. Today I am an unemployed writer living as a recluse in the great Northwoods.

Daniel J. Rice

#10. When faced with a seemingly insurmountable problem... your only option is to act swiftly, some might even say irrationally. Removing the most dangerous elements first... and methodically attacking each subsequent challenge in a separate, but deliberate manner.

Jeph Loeb

#11. But what now if all the peace, the comfort, the contentment were to come to a horrible end?

Franz Kafka