Dorine Guynes > Dorine's Quotes

“When did school shootings become routine in America?” ”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal High

“I feel like a violet standing alone in a vast meadow. When a cool, gentle breeze blows, I feel peaceful. If the wind turns strong and hot from the south, I plot suicide.”
― Larry Godwin, Transcending Depression: Quest Without a Compass

“If you are offended by a belief that says you can’t have your own definition of God, be alarmed at yourself! The implications are humbling, if not embarrassing.”
― Randy Loubier

“Every life has death and every light has shadow. Be content to stand in the light and let the shadow fall where it will.”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills

“Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven. They do not learn this by learning. They do not work it by working. They do not reason it by using reason. To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven. —Chuang Tse: XXIII”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

“Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes...”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Do you think my father killed her, Nick?” “No,” I said. “Why should I?” “Well, the police have— Listen, she was his mistress, wasn’t she?” I nodded. “When I knew them.” She stared at her glass while saying, “He’s my father. I never liked him. I never liked Mamma.” She looked up at me. “I don’t like Gilbert.” Gilbert was her brother. “Don’t let that worry you. Lots of people don’t like their relatives.”
― Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man

“Ah,' the innkeeper said. 'So you were getting ready to drink then?'
'Tiny Gods, yes,' Bast said. 'To great excess. What the hell else is there to do?”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt in the hot sand and held his numbed hands out while all about in that circle attended companies of lesser auxiliaries routed forth into the inordinate day, small owls that crouched silently and stood from foot to foot and tarantulas and solpugas and vinegarroons and the vicious mygale spiders and beaded lizards with mouths black as a chowdog's, deadly to man, and the little desert basilisks that jet blood from their eyes and the small sandvipers like seemly gods, silent and the same, in Jeda, in Babylon. A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Inside he was hurt. Not so much with Linda, but his failure to impress women generally with his abilities. There she was, an example: lending – no, giving –thirty thousand pounds to a smooth-talking old bastard, but she would not part with a penny to him after living with him for a year or more.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“I got offered a job,” I said nervously. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. The only thing keeping me at home was my daughter. “It’s in Afghanistan.”
Not surprisingly, she told me to go for it. I smiled. Done. I was going to war.”
― Christian Warren Freed, A Long Way From Home

“Inspiration ignites the spark of magic. Creativity is magic.”
― C. Toni Graham

“This must be awful for you. You get a job, and then next thing you know you’re dealing with a car chase, a bitchy manager, the SEC, and a boss dying to visit a secluded island with his admin assistant.” A slow grin grew on his face.
Mm… when can we go?”
― J.J. Sorel, A Taste of Peace

“We must praise the Lord,” Patricius said. “His ways are sometimes unfathomable, but our aspiration has been granted.”
― Rowena Kinread, The Missionary

“Mike Tyson: “Everybody has a plan, until they get punched in the face.”
― J.K. Franko, Eye for Eye

“Is there a problem?”
“No. In fact, she’s quite impressed with your work. So much so, she wants you to be appointed head legal counsel.”
“Yes, she did mention something along those lines in this morning’s meeting. But I didn’t want to say anything in case she’d been blowing smoke. Switching isn’t a problem, is it? I mean, I’d be happy to try to smooth things over with the other lawyer.”
“That’s not necessary,” Saul said, dryly. “I’m the other attorney.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.”
― Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There

“The sun's
a mattress fire her God died in.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“The fact of being reported multiplies the apparent extent of any deplorable development by five- to tenfold.”
― Barbara W. Tuchman, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century

“Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day?
Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away.
Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away. ”
― John Boyne, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

“Las cosas suelen resultar mejor de lo que uno espera.”
― James Herriot, All Creatures Great and Small

“Ninety-nine percent talent…ninety-nine percent discipline…ninety-nine percent work. He must never be satisfied with what he does. It is never as good as it can be done. Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“If you always try to subjugate people by coercion, because you are strong, then sooner or later you will run into somebody who is just as strong, if not stronger. Then you'll be in trouble.”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

“The intercourse was over in no time. That intercourse gave Karl a feeling of unprecedented pleasure. On the other hand, it failed to bring back Luna to reality, as she had been floating into another dimension. And it left Fiona with a deep hatred for Luna.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

“The only happiness of a heart of love dedicated to divine love is keeping feelings alive for the beloved soul.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“You speak rabbit?” asked Princess Sophie.
“Of course,” said Lady Ariana. “And cat, dog, mouse, pig, and chicken. Fish, too. I am a magician, after all.”
― Mike Martin, Princess Sophie and the Christmas Elixir

“There was death at the beginning as there would be death again at its end. Though whether it was some fleeting shadow of this that passed across the girl’s dreams and woke her on that least likely of mornings she would never know. All she knew, when she opened her eyes, was that the world was somehow altered.

The red glow of her alarm showed it was yet a half hour till the time she had set it to wake her and she lay quite still, not lifting her head, trying to configure the change. It was dark but not as dark as it should be. Across the bedroom, she could clearly make out the dull glint of her riding trophies on cluttered shelves and above them the looming faces of rock stars she had once thought she should care about. She listened. The silence that filled the house was different too, expectant, like the pause between the intake of breath and the uttering of words. Soon there would be the muted roar of the furnace coming alive in the basement and the old farmhouse floorboards would start their ritual creaking complaint. She slipped out from the bedclothes and went to the window.


There was snow. The first fall of winter. And from the laterals of the fence up by the pond she could tell there must be almost a foot of it. With no deflecting wind, it was perfect and driftless, heaped in comical proportion on the branches of the six small cherry trees her father had planted last year. A single star shone in a wedge of deep blue above the woods. The girl looked down and saw a lace of frost had formed on the lower part of the window and she placed a finger on it, melting a small hole. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the thrill that this transformed world was for the moment entirely hers. And she turned and hurried to get dressed.”
― Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer

“Fiction and nonfiction are not so easily divided. Fiction may not be real, but it's true; it goes beyond the garland of facts to get to emotional and psychological truths.”
― Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil