405 Winchester Quotes & Sayings

I'm battling with keeping my narcissism at bay as it is, so Twitter was not a good thing for that. — Joel Kinnaman

Losing someone close to you is more haunting than a life of cursed solitude.

~The Moon Master — Clara Diane Thompson

We had to depend on other institutions to do research on our behalf. We had to use the information that already existed to craft the best practices to distribute throughout the country. And we had to do all of that in ten months. — DeForest Soaries

All I know is that I'm a sinner and that God has forgiven me of my sins. Because I put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ. — Franklin Graham

Worship is no longer worship when it reflects the culture around us more than the Christ within us. — A.W. Tozer

It's so much easier to write for a person in your life than to write for some imagined readership, so you write something that's more intimate and true. — Jonah Peretti

In the pages of a book, we are in paradise. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Honey, what happened to your arm?" Rita frowned, reached over, and ran her fingers across the bruises. "Both of them!" she added, noticing the other arm. The sleeves of her cover-up had ridden up. Meridith pulled them down. "Oh. It's nothing. A guest caught me by surprise last night." "What? Did he attack you, Meridith?" "Sort of, but Jake came and, well, kind of punched him, and everything's fine now." "Jake . . . ?" "The contractor I told you about." "Oh, right. Thank God he was there! Did you call the police?" "No. Jake booted him and his friends from the house." "But are you okay? You must have been terrified!" Meridith nodded. "I was. I was so relieved when Jake showed up. It was late at night, and I was alone on the beach - won't do that again." She gave a dry laugh. "I'm just glad you're okay. This Jake guy seems like quite the hero." She'd only vocalized what Meridith had been thinking. "We're lucky to have him around. — Denise Hunter

It takes a very deep-rooted opinion to survive unexpressed. — Jean Rostand

My curiosity to see the melancholy spectacle of the executions was so strong that I could not resist it, although I was sensible that I would suffer much from it ... I got upon a scaffold near the fatal tree so that I could clearly see all the dismal scene ... I was most terribly shocked, and thrown into a very deep melancholy. — James Boswell

I don't think any of us really knows why we're here. But I think we're supposed to believe we're here for a purpose. — Ray Charles

They defined what was private and what was public and they would move it whenever they wished. — Andrew Morton