Wylder Quotes

#1. She had taken the life of the one that had taken her mother's. She had avenged her brother's death. She was a hunter now. But Mother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last humans of the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the Lost City.

Jennifer Silverwood

#2. Love's like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there's no way you're getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there'd be still all the cracks.

Cath Crowley

#3. Oh yeah, I'm an Essex boy and proud of it.

Ross Kemp

#4. Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desirest to attain to what thou art not.

Saint Augustine

#5. I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

Charles Bukowski

#6. You were given a gift. You were given the chance to see who you were, to learn from mistakes, and to change and grow. Few are granted such insight.

Christie Golden

#7. The darkness had come to claim her at last and she gave into it willingly. Her beast would keep her safe.

Jennifer Silverwood

#8. His sword, Sting, Bilbo hung over his fireplace, and his coat of marvellous mail, the gift of the Dwarves from the Dragon-hoard, he lent to a museum, to the Michel Delving Mathom-house in fact.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#9. I'm not afraid to say I'm very comfortable with who I am and I love who I love.

Jessie J.

#10. Expose widespread waste and duplication in federal spending.

Tom Coburn

#11. even though I'm safe. I see his ghostly reflection moving

Penny Wylder

#12. Fair play with others is primarily the practice of not blaming them for anything that is wrong with us. We tend to rub our guilty conscience against others the way we wipe dirty fingers on a rag. This is as evil a misuse of others as the practice of exploitation.

Eric Hoffer

#13. One truly must have suffered oneself to help others.

Mother Teresa

#14. And then a strange calm fell over her and the snow and limbs were no longer obstacles. In this moment she became a part of the forest and avoided pitfalls and roots with ease. She felt free as the howling winds and the birds of prey that trailed them.

Jennifer Silverwood

#15. To love a poet is to love a moment.

James Wylder