Quote by Elizabeth Lowell Download Open image ““on the tiny counter. “Playing? If that’s what you”” — Elizabeth Lowell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I’d rather play with small quantities of large people than large quantities of small people.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“And Seriously,I'm still small enough to totally destroy everyone at hide and seek. Lame? Or kind of awesome? You decide.” — Alecia Whitaker Copy Share Image
“I like to play chess. I moved to a small town, and nobody played chess there, but one guy challenged me to checkers. I… — Peter Hessler Copy Share Image
“If you are not fully in the game you are playing, however, you are not truly playing it.” — J.M. Coetzee Copy Share Image
“Ham or roast beef?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, stretching. He hesitated, then smiled crookedly. “You are a dreamer if you think you get… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“t's okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. -” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Can we take my car?" she asked. He turned and looked at her, surprised. "This will all fit in mine." "I have more gear… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Aren’t you going to ask me what kind of boat I own?” he asked. “Sure. What kind of boat do you own?” “A sailboat.”… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Then he asked angrily, “Instead of teasing me, why the hell didn’t you tell me you had a famous, jealous maniac for a lover?… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“turning as it looked for prey. Though the bird’s shadow whipped over her face,” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Cat worked tirelessly, absorbed in the subtle changes of light and texture and composition. She darted around Travis like a fire, taking photos of… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“I didn't know how cold I was,” she admitted after a time. “You mean that interesting shade of blue isn't lipstick?” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Beyond Stone Ring Keep’s high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn’t hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure. The enchanted. A warrior both disciplined… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope? — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
