Quotes About Awol

#1. His leg might be weaker, but at least it no longer mattered when one half of a pair of socks went AWOL in the dryer.

Laura Kaye

#2. AWOL's most valuable commodity: hope. It's something in short supply for those who have been deemed not worth the sum of their parts.

Neal Shusterman

#3. Because sometimes, fantasy is the only way to survive reality. Awol

Karen Amanda Hooper

#4. Pigpen leans against the railing and nails me with his stare. "This is the second time you've gone AWOL on the club. Let me tell you, that shit got old the first time. Next time I fucking text to see if you're alive, you text back.

Katie McGarry

#5. We've got the wrong vision, the wrong values, the wrong priority, and as the great prophetic figure Marian Edelman Wright puts it, we have been AWOL when it comes to poor people and poor children.

Cornel West

#6. I was a soul back on Earth. AWOL a little while from heaven.

Alice Sebold

#7. Like an AWOL soldier saying goodbye to his

Lee Child

#8. Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.

Daisy Whitney

#9. When my YouTube videos started to get really big, I was like, 'Man, this is pretty sweet.' It started as my hobby, and then I started traveling and learning how to play different instruments, and then it just kind of became my life.

Austin Mahone

#10. I thought you were more like GI Joe, but now that I know about the cape, you sound more like Superman." Mia Kensington to Colby Winters

Cristin Harber

#11. I waved and cried and smiled at the same time like Mum and Mrs Mack, so Sandy and Jeff remember us smiling not sobbing as they left.

Jackie French

#12. Do what you LOVE to do, and do it so well that those who come to see you do it will bring others to watch you do it again and again and again.

Mark Victor Hansen

#13. Her thoughts are full of other things just now; and people have such different ways of showing feeling: some by silence, some by words.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#14. O sleep! O sleep!
Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep,
Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand
Over the lids that crave thy visits bland,
Thou kind, thou comforting one.
For I have seen his face, as I desired,
And all my story is done.
O, I am tired.

Jean Ingelow