Best 6 quotes of Chris Nicolaisen on MyQuotes

I need a seatbelt on an airplane like a hole in the head,” thought Jane, as she smiled back.

Scars are something of a body’s memoir.

Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.

The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.

Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.

You want to know the secret to raising good kids?” “What’s that? asked Thomas. “High expectations.” Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to a happy marriage?” Clyde smiled back, but his face started to fall, and he chose his words carefully. “… Low expectations.