1712 Bourbon Quotes & Sayings

It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do not see warmth or wisdom; I see fear.
You're afraid of losing your hold on them,' I say coolly.
I? I have no power.'
Don't you? If you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.'
They will remain protected,' Asha insists.
No,' I say. 'Only untested'
-page 569 — Libba Bray

I want to work really hard, that's the only thing I know how to do. I also know that I have a ton more to learn. If I'm not in an environment where I'm always learning, I don't want to be there. — Beth Hoffman

Our kids were God's kids first ... We tend to forget this fact, regarding our children as "our" children, as though we have the final say in their health and welfare. We don't. All people are God's people, including the small people who sit at our tables. — Max Lucado

Miracles sometimes look like a kapow! lightning-strike revelation; and sometimes miracles look like showing up for your counseling appointments. — Sarah Bessey

I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I'd meet beautiful women in the rain. — Bill Nighy

If we cease looking, searching, what are we left with? We're left with what's been right there at the center all the time. Underneath all that searching there is distress. There is unease. The minute that we realize that, we see that the point isn't the search, but rather the distress and unease which motivate the search. That's the magic moment - when we realize that searching outside of ourselves is not the way. — Charlotte Joko Beck

How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head? — Khaled Hosseini

If you were to be stranded on a desert island, what three items would you take? I gave this frivolous answer: A cat, a hat and a piece of string. — Joanne Harris

Myself
a prince by fortune of my birth,
Near to the king in blood, and near in love
Till you did make him misinterpret me
Have stooped my neck under your injuries
And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment,
Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,
From my own windows torn my household coat,
Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
Save men's opinions and my living blood,
To show the world I am a gentleman. — William Shakespeare