Quotes from Carole Lawrence

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit,' sir.

Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows, clattering like the tapping of devilish fingers upon the glass.

everything else fell away,

Sometimes things are neither this nor that, neither good nor bad. Sometimes they just are what they are.

Suspicion is a heavy armor—'" "'And with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

He has the sadly mistaken impression that every time a thought pops into his head, no matter how absurd, he is obliged to share it with the world.

Why was it so easy for a dumb animal to find peace and happiness in this world, while human beings created wars so they could hack at one another, spending untold hours thinking up new ways to inflict harm?

My face had a disagreement with a fist about occupying the same space. The fist had the upper hand.

Why did you not tell me this earlier?" "Because you never asked. I was waiting to be questioned, but apparently your aversion to me

I say, Rodney, there's one of your typical Scottish 'raggediers' now." His accent was British, exaggeratedly well-bred.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

in real life, monsters weren't always vanquished, and heroes didn't always win.

Over time, alcohol seeps into your soul. It changes you—what you care about, what you are capable of. It rots you from the inside. It can alienate you from love itself.

Mendelssohn's Hebrides Overture,

Grief was a strange companion. At first it had hit hard and strong, like a blast of frigid wind, a shuddering blow that left no air in his body. Then it subsided for a while, rising up from time to time like an adder, coiled and poised to sink its teeth into the flesh of its victim. Ian had tried outrunning it, then fighting it, but quickly found the best thing was to lie still and let it crash over him like a wave.

There's some who believe it's wicked, but God made us all, and if there's some he made a little different, I daresay he had a reason for it.

devastating effects." This personal revelation from a man he had just met made

it weren't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all, and all that.

Oh, there was so much evil in a man . . . CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Oh, there was so much evil in a man . . .

He realized this character trait, like most, cut both ways, and could be a virtue or a flaw, depending on the circumstances.

He realized this character trait, like most, cut both ways, and could be a virtue or a flaw, depending on the circumstances. At the moment, he felt it made him rather callous.

Flattery is the province of fools—those who give it and those who believe it.

Work was the antidote—to faithless friends, determined killers, and a society more bent upon revenge than justice. It was something that could be done, whereas all one could do with life's slings and arrows was to bear them, bravely or not.