Peighton Gumm Quotes

#1. For every ten vampires who are happy being monsters, there's always one sad-sack who misses the sunrise.

Tori Centanni

#2. I learned you have to fight for yourself in the picture business.

Loretta Young

#3. I think that's what turns young men and women into writers - the happiness you discover living in books.

Paul Auster

#4. Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

John Donne

#5. I want your heart the most. Above all else. You're exactly right, I won't stop until I have it.

Jeaniene Frost

#6. Now that I know you're okay, what bothers me most is your irresponsibility. I have no idea what's gotten into you.
I do, she wanted to say. He's around six-two, heavily tattooed and fucks like a god.

Cherrie Lynn

#7. Before Jesus leads His disciples into suffering, humiliation, disgrace, and disdain, He summons them and shows Himself to them as the Lord in God's glory.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#8. Poetry is a release of something previously unknown into the visible. You write to invite that, to make of yourself a gathering of the unexpected and, with luck, of the unexpectable.

Jane Hirshfield

#9. If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, send them in, for I am quite as leisure.

Jane Austen

#10. Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.

Amy Bloom

#11. For top executives to award themselves these kinds of compensation packages in the midst of this economic crisis is not only bad taste, it's bad strategy-and I will not tolerate it as president.

Barack Obama

#12. Make men work together show them that beyond their differences and geographical boundaries there lies a common interest.

Jean Monnet

#13. And my parents finally realize I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room.

Woody Allen

#14. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath

#15. Life is full of those three." "Three?" "Woulda, shoulda, coulda.

Rachel Van Dyken