T.W. Shannon Quotes

I think that being a mother, you would do anything for your children. Their pain is your pain; if they're in pain, you feel their pain.

Don't bite off your head to spite your nose.

Whenever I think of Milwaukee, I think of the American League. Hmm, Boston, Atlanta, weren't they the Browns, too?

Wasted time means wasted lives.

There is so little time. We need to make every moment count.

They've been a thorn in our side, but we're playing for more than just revenge. We're coming out and playing for the Big Ten tournament championship. If we beat them, that'll be great.

Being the foundation is what I live for, some people call it being in the pocket, some people call it a groove. I think it's the heartbeat. There's nothing that feels better than that.

I'm super, super casual. I like boxer shorts or jeans or tank tops, tennis shoes and flip flops. That's about it for me.

If you don't fight the system, you can either take advantage of the system or let the system take advantage of you.

If you're not getting any motivation from anyone around you in life and you feel alone, rely on yourself and your own ability.

I really enjoy the therapeutic value of writing songs.

There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But its alright to smile back at me

Competing, to me is just a mentality that says you never back down.

Theater is the best. That's where you get the work done. You just really get in there and figure something out about a story or a character or life or the world. That's where magic stuff happens.

He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.

Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.

Everybody in St. Louis, every kid in St. Louis, wanted to be Stan Musial. He was the best.

The right-hander is throwing up in the bullpen.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?

They weren't nice words he said. He could've lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I wonder why why why why why why, she ran away?

It's curious how many people are ready to believe that the highest prices guarantee the best value.

I can't believe when you write something from within, how many people relate to it.