Best 15 quotes in «savannah quotes» category

He finally had a reason to live, just in time to die.

I turned my attention for a while to gamma ray astronomy and soon began the first in a continous series of experiments at the Savannah River site to study the properties of the neutrino.

Savannah is amazing with the town squares and the hanging moss and the French Colonial houses. It's brutally romantic.

I know.” He leaned in and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “And you can try and pretend it’s okay. That you’re strong and tough and you don’t need anyone. That you didn’t need her. But that’s all bullshit. I know it, and you know it.” Savannah stared at Cole. “You’re so pushy. I told you my story. Why can’t you leave it alone?” “Have you ever dealt with it?” She’d spent so many years holding it all inside. “I’m here right now, aren’t I? I obviously dealt with my past.” “I’m not talking about surviving it. Yeah, you survived it. But you haven’t let go of it.” He rubbed her arm. “What she did to you mattered. It wasn’t fair.” He was wrong. She was fine. It didn’t matter. She had always shown everyone how strong she was. “Show me how you feel, Peaches.” Her bottom lip trembled. She got up, walked to the window to look outside, staring at the darkness, not really seeing anything but the years falling away, stripping away the cool, confident woman she was now, revealing the scared little girl she once was. She’d vowed to never go back to that place, to never revisit those feelings again, yet here she stood. Cole wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened. “It’s okay to be vulnerable, Savannah, to let someone see you scared.” “I’m not scared. Not anymore.

If you could see your whole life laid out before you, there’d be no reason to live it, right?

..., imagine a loamy earth that starts with genocide, then adds a mix of further disease, wars, hurricanes, murder, great fires, dueling, insurrection and slavery, just to name a few of the many instances of tragedy. What dark seed would take root in such a disturbed and twisted soil?

It’s Savannah, the land of dishing-the-dirt and all things fried.

Savannah is so beautiful that the dead never truly depart.

Only an evolutionary eyeblink separated Kanu from the savannah, and that was just as true for the Risen. Their minds might be fixed on the stars, but their bodies were only a footstep from the dust and heat of Amboseli.

[Quoting Miss Harty:] "People come here from all over the country and fall in love with Savannah. Then they move here and pretty soon they’re telling us how much more lively and prosperous Savannah could be if we only knew what we had and how to take advantage of it. I call these people ‘Gucci carpetbaggers.

Se trataba de pequeñas imperfecciones que la hacían perfecta ante mis ojos...

Why does this feel so right?" I murmured past the tightness in my throat. "Why do you keep fighting this feeling?" "Because I'm not supposed to want this." His smile returned, slowly curving his lips up. "But you do anyway.

She leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat as they cuddled together. Maybe he didn’t say all the right things, and maybe he didn’t do it all in the right way, but he was hers, and she was his, and they’d figure it all out together. Because she knew now that both of them were in this for the long haul, and that he’d be there for her no matter what. And that’s what counted the most.

She rocked her hips into him and gasped. “Do you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?” His teeth brushed her ear. “Yes.” “Do you have protection?” Her question didn’t register through the haze of his hunger for her. “Cannons, a cutlass, and a few pistols.” She chuckled and kissed him again. “How about condoms?

I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.