Stephen King, The Stand Quotes
Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.
She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.
Dreams are a simple psychological emetic, and people who have them are more blessed than cursed
And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.
She looks like the type that might freak out. It's something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.
It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.
By the time he was done with the deer it had been dark three hours and his bad leg was singing 'Ave Maria'.
I am not the potter, nor the potter's wheel, but the potter's clay, does it depend on the value achieved intrinsic as much as the value of the clay as the wheel and master craftsmanship?
She could smell damprot, high, sweet, and cloying. She could smell madness like dead vegetables in a dark cellar.
He didn’t like the way things were going.There were bad omens in the wind, evil portents like bats fluttering in the dark loft of a deserted barn.
A man who doubts himself shouldn't have to try too hard for too long, not until he's seasoned.
Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.
Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.
Four young men in motorcycle jackets... set upon the man in khaki shorts and beat him unconscious with his own sandwich board.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.
He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it, Larry.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.
