Lepanto Quotes

#1. In little pockets of conversation, old men were telling stories of ancient floods. Women were talking of about how much rain there'd been in other towns
Paragould, Lepanto, and Manila.

John Grisham

#2. Traitors hoist by their own petard?
or victims of the gods?
we shall never know!

Tom Stoppard

#3. Schizophrenia. Always a bitch.

Allan Dare Pearce

#4. shifting into park, she

Emily March

#5. The word of God is a light that penetrates the human spirit.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#6. The worst thing you can do is to sit and brood and feel sorry for yourself. Nor should you feel wrong about doing this, since all of us do from time to time.

Frederick Lenz

#7. She tipped back her head and swilled down the last of her wine. 'Having fucked the groom is really no excuse for missing a wedding, you know.

Joe Abercrombie

#8. If you don't want to lose your job, you become conservative, you keep your head down," he told me. "And it's pretty unfortunate, because without the willingness to fail, the possibility for great success is eliminated. [quoted from Mark Roth]

Sanjay Gupta

#9. He had to put down the sacks of sugar and coffee then. Because, though he could hold off a mob at the depot with no trouble, even he couldn't kiss a girl with his arms full of contraband.

Ann Rinaldi

#10. over the centuries Dante has been variously "constructed" - as lover, statesman, neo-Platonist, proto-Protestant, Romantic visionary, Byronic hero, Pre-Raphaelite, father of his country, theologian in verse, precursor of the modern novel, and, finally, altissimo poeta, the consummate poet.

Peter S. Hawkins

#11. To some people, power is a noun. To others, it's a verb.

Andre Carson

#12. We often reward mediocrity because it is comforting. If they can do it, anyone can do it.

Jessica Zafra

#13. Ever think about how much that sucks? Sunday is the weekend, but it's also a school night. Kind of ruins the whole day. Like if you get quiet enough on a Sunday night, you can almost hear Monday taunting you with the theme from Jaws.

Caprice Crane

#14. In past summers when I had been home, I had often tasted a strange sadness as I sat quietly in the midst of the seething cicada song. This sorrow seemed to pierce deep into my heart along with the piercing insect cry. Always at such times I would sit alone and still, gazing into myself.

Soseki Natsume