Quotes by Canadian Authors - Page 19

As one would expect, the Pope’s schedule is quite disciplined—he wakes up at four o’clock each morning and runs on the treadmill for an hour. I’m totally kidding. Nobody’s knees have time for that.
Jared Brock
I hate math. It's hard, it's stupid, and it's nature's way of separating spinsters from women who end up breeding.
Douglas Coupland
Everything can be summed up into an equation.
Alexei Maxim Russell
Certainly the best times were when I was alone with mathematics, free of ambition and pretense, and indifferent to the world.
Robert Langlands
So tell me, since it makes no factual difference to you and you can't prove the question either way, which story do you prefer? Which is the better story, the story with animals or the story without animals?
Yann Martel
The Kingdom of Heaven wants to rest in our hearts.
Jared Brock
What if making peace with our warring hearts—peace within—is the first step to world peace?
Jared Brock
The more you kick and scream, bite, scratch and try to run away, the darker the skies will get. You cannot run away from your pain and you cannot outrun the storm. By embracing your pain and bringing it within to heal, you empower your own growth. Accept what is, what was, and what is yet to come. This is the path to inner peace.
L.J Vanier
Pleasure is always derived from something outside you, whereas joy arises from within.
Eckhart Tolle
Civilization rests on two things," said Hitzig; "the discovery that fermentation produces alcohol, and voluntary ability to inhibit defecation. And I put it to you, where would this splendidly civilized occasion be without both?
Robertson Davies
In the eleventh century obese English king William the Conqueror took to bed and consumed nothing but alcohol to shed pounds, a practice many of his countrymen seem to continue to this day.
David Sax
Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.
Margaret Atwood
The mistake we make is in thinking rape isn’t premeditated, that it happens by accident somehow, that you’re drunk and you run into a girl who’s also drunk and half-asleep on a bench and you sidle up to her and things get out of hand and before you know it, you’re being accused of something you’d never do. But men who rape are men who watch for the signs of who they believe they can rape. Rape culture isn’t a natural occurrence; it thrives thanks to the dedicated attention given to women in order to take away their security. Rapists exist on a spectrum, and maybe this attentive version is the most dangerous type: women are so used to being watched that we don’t notice when someone’s watching us for the worst reason imaginable. They have a plan long before we even get to the bar to order our first drink.
Scaachi Koul
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?""We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
Sara Gruen
In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes
John Geddes
He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.
Emily St. John Mandel
...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...
John Geddes
A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
Margaret Atwood
Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers were quick explosive orgasms, like making love in the shower.
Yann Martel
Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers and toss them away when they’re wilted. But you have to act like you’re having a spectacular time and every day’s a party.
Margaret Atwood
So long, I replied, may we all have one good flight before we rest among flowers and the orbits of hungry worms.
Rawi Hage
A great perfumer can take the visual perfection of living flowers and materials and elongate and morph it's lifespann into olfactory bliss.
Marian Bendeth Global Fragrance Expert
A great perfumer can take the visual perfection of living flowers and materials and elongate and morph it's lifespan into olfactory bliss.
Marian Bendeth Global Fragrance Expert
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.''And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.
L.M. Montgomery
If 9 out of 10 grandmothers selected from 10 respective cultures can agree it is evil, then it's evil. Cut it out.
Lynda Williams
When faced with pain and evil, we have to make a choice.We can choose to be taken by the evil.Or we can try to embrace the good.
Elizabeth Smart
Goodness will always win over evil, no matter how much the evil attempts to break you. More than that, you are never truly in darkness. Sometimes, all you need to do is turn on the light.
Melyssa Winchester
...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...
John Geddes
Nonsense. Everyone knows Canadians are a peaceful people.” He was laughing now.“Tell that to the White House circa 1812,” I told him.“Oh? Why?”“Because that’s the year the peace-loving Canadians burned it to the ground.”Dominick grabbed an empty bottle and jumped onto his chair. The room got silent in an instant as everyone paused to look at him. “Cheers to 1812.” He lifted his empty bottle.The whole room whooped and raised their full glasses, howling in unison.I could barely hear over the sound of my own laughter.
Sierra Dean
Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks.Life itself had become a secret affair.
Mary Balogh
Sometimes the strong give birth to the weak. An sometimes the weak grow to be strong
Moira Young
You know, you're very strong" Nicola said."Thank you.""That's no compliment. It's your weakness. If you weren't so strong you wouldn't have to take it and so you wouldn't.
Andrew Kaufman
It is very annoying, when people notice your weak moments but never see your strong ones.
Jean Little
No matter who you are, big or small, female or man, brave or not brave, you can still be empowered and feel strong.
Lights Poxlietner
Before, singing was my life, my vocal chords used to lead the way. Now, I'm in-charge.
Celine Dion
I was a man fifteen years older than she, you understand. I had reached that stage in life where I identified with cynical villains in a book.
Michael Ondaatje
[O]ld enough to be wise yet young enough to be willing to partake in an arduous crusade.
Donald Kingsbury
The key to abundance is acceptance. The more you expect, the less you accept.
L.J Vanier
A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.
Saul Bellow
When I am in the vibration of prosperity and abundance I am cosmically connected to my world and the Universe.
Debbie A. Anderson
The worst of anything she could do to me would be to make me like her. That's why I ran away.
Jo Walton
Am I shallow? she asks the mirror. Yes, I am shallow. The sun shines on the ripples where it's shallow. Deep is too dark.
Margaret Atwood
I discovered that being someone you are not is often easier than living with the person you are.
Richard Wagamese
It is when you are at your lowest, when you are broken and fearful of change, that you must learn to silence the voices of caution in your mind and leap forth to continue on your journey, further than you thought possible, and pounce on that prize you seek.
S.A. Bouraleh
She grinned. Lifted herself up on her elbow so she could look down at him, and said, "Now that you've recovered, ready to go again?
Dale Mayer
When they were only a foot apart, both nude, she swayed toward him. He tugged her close, feeling her shock as heated skin met hot skin. God, he wanted her. His need was something he couldn't hide. Lord was she beautiful. Long, lean, muscled, but gently rounded everywhere."Are you--"Her mouth latched onto his, silencing him as she began to explore his body.Yeah, he;d have to say...she was sure.
Dale Mayer
Add boyish, slim as a board, pancake. It's okay, I've heard it all."He raised his head and said mildly, "I wasn't thinking in terms of your chest size.""Good thing as I don't have one." She smirked and popped a big chunk of potato into her mouth. "The nice thing is I can run without those things flying in my face, too." And damn if she didn't make a comical face that had him shouting with laughter.
Dale Mayer
He'd never met anyone quite like her.Then he couldn't think as her hand slid down his back to his buttocks and squeezed. Her toes slowly climbed his calves, and he realized she hadn't just enjoyed the first time around. She had learned. As she slid her hand between them to find him, his eyes crossed."Christ", he whispered as her fingers closed around him, her body sliding lower and lower.She'd learned a hell of a lot.
Dale Mayer
I don't know why, but watching someone else break made me feel a lot less broken.
Wesley King
Random search for data on ... off-chance is hardly scientific. A questionnaire on 'Intellectual Immoralities' was circulated by a well-known institution. 'Intellectual Immorality No. 4' read: 'Generalizing beyond one's data'. [Wilder Dwight] Bancroft asked whether it would not be more correct to word question no. 4 'Not generalizing beyond one's data.
Hans Selye
As time passes, the cast and crew go the way of all flesh, though their celluloid echoes remain--walking, talking, fighting, fucking. After enough time, every person you see onscreen will have died, transformed through the magic of cinema into a collection of visible memories: light on a screen, pixels on a videotape, information on a DVD. We bring them back every time we start a movie, and they live again, reflected in our eyes. It's a cruel sort of immortality, I guess, though it probably beats the alternative.
Gemma Files
…while men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal.
Louise Penny
She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.
Michael R. Fletcher
She awoke knowing what she had been dreaming about. She was a deer in the headlights to his grinning face. In those first moments before she was fully awakened she hadn’t had time to hide her true feelings. He’d read them loud and clear. This was the moment that would start the seductive tango. There was one giant problem. Kayn could not dance her way out of a paper bag.
Kim Cormack
The days that passed had begun to melt together into weeks and months, creating a twisted mosaic of memories in her mind. Her dreams travelled a tortuous path between what had actually happened, and what could have been.
Kim Cormack
He would wake up knowing that as long as he was capable of having such beautiful dreams, a part of him must still be good.
Kim Cormack
During his sweet sleep, there was an angelic creature and in her eyes a look of joyous elation that filled Kevin’s mind with anticipation of her possible existence in the real world. This freckle-faced vision with her wild mane of untamed blonde curls nightly left an unexplainable ache in his soul. In his dreams, she would appear to him as a mirage of hope. He could feel the love in her heart, for it seeped through her very essence into the air between them. She lay next to him in the grass as they quietly observed the sky above. Her hand seemed to be always just out of his reach. Kevin wanted to hold her hand so badly it was torturous. Her hand was just about touching his but not quite. Then her fingers brushed a path across his fingertips as if to say in the exquisite beauty of the moment, “I will always be right here.
Kim Cormack
, “How can one mock these flamingo wine glasses. When, they are so obviously awesome.
Kim Cormack
She had always enjoyed the warm, calming feeling of the sand. It slipped as a silken scarf of liquid sunshine across the surface of her skin. Kayn took one hand and ran it over the surface of the sand, and it shifted as though it had been moved by a light breeze without her hand making contact. Her life now had no room for feet being firmly planted on the ground. She had to allow her mind to take off in flight and accept the impossible. She had to embrace life as a toddler. In a child's world, every breath of life is a mystery; everything had the possibility of being magic.
Kim Cormack
She smiled as she imagined that the sun’s last rays were flames from a distant dragon.
Kim Cormack