Nathaniel Hornblower Quotes

#1. We must play as if there are no more games, no more tomorrows ...

Jock Stein

#2. Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.

T.E. Lawrence

#3. Somehow life doesn't always pay off to those who are most insistent.

Max Lerner

#4. It's rewarding for me to have people know me as two very different characters. I think when you see people as one character, you expect that they are like that character. So it's nice to be able to throw people for a loop a little bit.

Matt McGorry

#5. Anyone who says businessmen deal in facts, not fiction, has never read old five-year projections.

Malcolm Forbes

#6. The first casualty (of this crisis) had been the United Nations. It would need an immense effort, an almost superhuman effort, to restore the prestige of that organization

Alec Douglas-Home

#7. How resilient was the body, to return to its prior form so quickly! Yet the mind was formed of a less pliable substance. The emptiness in her thoughts would not be so easily filled. Instead there was a hollowness among them-a place she had reserved for future joys which now would never arrive.

Galen Beckett

#8. She had a hundred precocious ideas, and some were good and true, but they could never be hers until she found them alone, for ideas are but words unless they are sown in experience.

Wade Davis

#9. It would be mortifying to the feelings of many ladies, could they be made to understand how little the heart of man is affected by what is costly or new in their attire.
(Jane Austen)

Jane Austen

#10. Always seeing a child as the innocent left you open to not seeing when the child was scheming to take you down. It

Mercedes Lackey

#11. I consider myself gay because at the end of the night, that's who I want to cuddle with. But when I go out, I go to straight clubs.

Jai Rodriguez

#12. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are.

Rick Riordan

#13. The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying." A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.

E.B. White

#14. You get on the bull, and you ride until he sees who the master is. Relentless. Unforgiving. Merciless." ~Kane~

Lucian Bane