W. M. Taylor Quotes

Um. Ways in which a sentence beginning with the word "missiles" could be a good thing... Nope. I got nuthin'.

Cruel, Clever Cat.Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breathNice mice to an untimely death.

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.

Life is you master, or death is.

But are we human creatures as honest, kind, trustworthy as we at times are inclined to believe?

There should be medals struck for men who produce tea at exactly the moment it's needed.

As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.- (1772-1834)

You think good people can't hate?" she asked. "You think good people don't kill?"[...}"Good people do all the things bad people do, Lazlo. It's just that when they do them, they call it justice.

Some kinds of misery make you hate the world, but some kinds make you hate yourself, and--butter and cheese not withstanding--Neve had no question that Spear was the latter.

Do what is right and be prepared to pay the price.

It was hope, dying unsurprised.

If it were easy it would not be any fun.

Leadership is giving out far more than one expects in direct return. The rewards are intangible, yet priceless.

There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.

The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it shattered, it would never come back together again.

The most deafening sound in all creation, is the sound of absolute silence.

With God all things are possible, and no conversion ever takes place save by the almighty power of the Holy Ghost. The great need, therefore, of every Christian worker is to know God.

There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.

Writing is not a choice for me, it is a calling.

Never be a slanderous voice that hides in the darkness.

The human mind is a brilliant thing. Each person is capable of so much more than they give themselves credit for. I am only one mind amongst billions, though I still wish for my voice to be heard.

My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

The heart is heaviest when it’s emptyand lightest when it’s full

I don't know who a character is till I look into their eyes.

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value.

I do look for the good in everyone. I also give them a chance to be their best, and I try to cope with my disappointment when they're not

You like to think that people, in general, and I mean on the scale of generations, are learning from their mistakes, getting better. But with what all I seen, I don't know if I could believe that.

Lost in a book is a great place to be found.

You could write the best book in the world but if nobody knows about it, it is nothing

This book is a very enjoyable read - I read it in a weekend. Eveline Maedel

It was a simple truth he had understood for years, people hurt others when they are hurt, and hurting them back won't make a damn difference.

Life is not a competition with others. Life is a competition with yourself—to do your personal best each day.

We see only a part of the surface of things. The rest will be forever hidden from us, to be appreciated for its felt but unfathomed presence.

The work of God does not mean so much man's work for God, as God's own work through man.

There is wonder in everything, the only thing you need to change to see it is your perspective.

He’d lived in the desert all his life, and he loved it. He was its child. It was his home.

Happiness is a choice. Happiness does not depend on outward conditions but on inward decisions.

Each time we make a choice we are either moving toward freedom and prosperity or bondage and misery.

We're the most aggressively inarticulate generation to come along since, you know, a long time ago!

It is one of those stories that you just want to keep going and going - even after the last page has been reached. Kristie Leigh Maguire

I write because, as wonderful as life is - and it is truly wonderful - it isn't enough. It does not, for example, contain dragons. I find this unsatisfactory. So I read. And I write.

I look forward to seeing more of this author's writings. Linda Strong