Author of quotes: Joanne Harris. Page 2



Before the storm there always comes a moment of calm, when the wind, as if having changed its mind to attack, begins to depict love for family life and comfort. He either flirts with flowering trees, or playfully splashes rain from boring gray clouds. But it is precisely at such moments of feigned playfulness that the wind is most cruel and dangerous. The scariest moment is always the one when you begin to feel that the danger may have already passed and the wind may have changed. This is where the wind shows its true cunning. This is where the trouble comes in.
№ 445579   Added MegaMozg 20-10-2022 / 09:54
After all, children do not belong to us, we should not keep them with us forever; they are ours until we give them to the future.
№ 436722   Added MegaMozg 09-03-2022 / 17:03
After all, writing history and creating History are incredibly close things, and the distance between them is no more than a hair or the thickness of a book page.
№ 424056   Added MegaMozg 24-07-2021 / 00:36
In general, the price of friendship is often overstated. Who needs friends if you have real, completely reliable enemies? Everything is always clear with the enemy. You know that he will not betray you in his hostility. But the one who he insists that he is your friend should be feared.
№ 424039   Added Viker 23-07-2021 / 16:31
For a moment, it seemed to her as if she heard some smell, a strange, lively aroma of sugar, and apples, and blackberry jelly, and smoke. The smell of nostalgia, and for a second she almost understood why Jay loved this place so much with its small vineyards, apple trees and goats that roam the marshy plains. For a moment, she became a little girl again, and grandma baked pies in the kitchen, and the wind from the sea sang in the telephone wires.
№ 420054   Added MegaMozg 31-05-2021 / 16:33
They don't believe. They do not care about God. They just go to Church.
№ 378457   Added MegaMozg 14-09-2019 / 06:15
I suddenly felt unbearably sad for her daughter, making up invisible friends to fill the space around them. Only a mother selfish can imagine that she alone is able to fill that space. Selfish and blind.
№ 378456   Added MegaMozg 14-09-2019 / 06:12
It is clear that we have declared war, at least out loud it was not expressed.
I'm so glad we found a common language, I say loud and cold.
- I also.
№ 378455   Added MegaMozg 14-09-2019 / 06:09
They live. Trying to defend himself from everything. From life. From death.
№ 378453   Added MegaMozg 14-09-2019 / 06:03
And if you had dedicated to fulfilling other people's desires, that urge will never leave you.
№ 378452   Added MegaMozg 13-09-2019 / 20:33
It is not always easy to maintain contact. The Internet with all its complexity continues to evolve, and not everywhere works equally well. In the most remote corners of the world still sometimes have to wait a few minutes - or hours - to produce a vital to get a connection.
It's not always easy to stay in touch. The internet, for all its complexity, is still a work-in-progress. In the remotest parts of the world, you can still wait for minutes - even hours - to make that vital connection.
№ 372575   Added MegaMozg 15-06-2019 / 03:08
Birds are messengers between the worlds of the living and the dead.
Birds are messengers between the waking world and the next.
№ 372574   Added MegaMozg 15-06-2019 / 02:10
One hundred and forty characters is enough to make your world came to an end.
A hundred and forty characters is more than enough to end the world.
Quote Explanation: 140 characters - the initial limit length of messages in Twitter (until November 2017).
№ 372573   Added MegaMozg 15-06-2019 / 02:09
News on Twitter spread very quickly. And at the same rate can be broken heart.
News breaks fastest on Twitter. Hearts can be broken as quickly.
№ 372572   Added MegaMozg 15-06-2019 / 02:08
That seems to be completely ephemeral, collected online and stored forever; it may even be well hidden, and yet it is quite possible to find and extract, and what do those who really want to recover some thin slices of the past, an individual page from the archives of oblivion.
What seems wholly ephemeral is stored away forever on the web, perhaps hidden, but recoverable for those who really want to find these little slices of the past, these flashes from the archives of oblivion.
№ 372571   Added MegaMozg 15-06-2019 / 02:07