Arlanders Quotes & Sayings

Hail Mary, full of grace," Papaw
said, "please tell Billy to shut his
face."
"I intend to speak my mind," Bill
said.
"Oh, Christians," Papaw said
with a heavy sigh. "Always got to
speak their fucking minds like we
haven't heard it all a million times
already. They think the sun rises just to
hear them crow. What a bunch of
Christless bastards. — Nick Wilgus

I didn't want him to move on. I wanted to go backwards, back in time and hug him. Never let him go. — Penelope Ward

So often when people hear about the suffering in our world, they feel guilty, but rarely does guilt actually motivate action like empathy or compassion. Guilt paralyzes and causes us to deny and avoid what makes us feel guilty. The goal is to replace our guilt with generosity. We all have a natural desire to help and to care, and we simply need to allow ourselves to give from our love without self-reproach. We each must do what we can. This is all that God asks of us.
- , God Has a Dream, p. 87-88 — Desmond Tutu

The notion that any one person can describe 'what really happened' is an absurdity. If ten - or a hundred - people witness an event, there will be ten - or a hundred - different versions of what took place. What we see and how we interpret it depends entirely upon our individual past experience. — David Eddings

She had been to a tea-party with an antediluvian monster, and that they had been waited on by up-to-date men-servants. — Bram Stoker

I love being a troubadour. I travel around the world with my wife and play little theaters. We have a ball. — Roger McGuinn

Your strange!" she gushed. (She meant "You're," but Peter felt absolutely certain that she was one of those people who spell it "Your.") — David James Duncan

I know I please where I must please the most. — Sophocles

his thoughts dwelt upon the past rather than upon the future; that he read much history, and felt specially drawn to certain periods whose spirit he understood instinctively as though he had lived in them; — Algernon Blackwood

He was nothing but a shadow on the horizon when that old basset hound of his escaped from the sheriff's office and went loping down the street. When she reached the edge of town, she sank down on her grizzled haunches, threw back her head, and let out a howl that broke nearly every heart that heard it.
Later, there would be many who would swear he'd reined in his mare and stood silhouetted against the sunset for a timeless moment. — Teresa Medeiros

I am not what I am, I am what I do with my hands... — Louise Bourgeois