Bakley Construction Quotes & Sayings

...war was not glory but dirt and misery. — Margaret Mitchell

The journey into adoption started for my parents, as it does with so many families: my mother and father desperately wanted to have kids, but they couldn't. — Marcus Samuelsson

Within the blink of an eye, another waitress - this one giving her no more than a small smile and a "Here you are, shug" - has slipped her a ponderous mug of steaming coffee, along with some cream and sugar. Mona takes a sip, and she can immediately understand why it's talked about: it is rich and strong and faintly chocolatey, so good it induces a sigh of satisfaction. — Robert Jackson Bennett

Men remain in ignorance as long as they hate, and they hate unjustly as long as they remain in ignorance. — Tertullian

Still, I've come to believe there are times when a family is so broken it can't be put back together, or mended - times when the repair job isn't worth the price. But that assessment isn't to be made lightly, and cannot be made without calling into question one's own essential goodness. Breaking from your parents is a selfish move, but sometimes selfishness is justified. What I know is this: When I made the decision to stop speaking to my parents, I made the decision to be happy. — Jessica Berger Gross

You are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me"
-kennan — Melissa Marr

The shadows parted and a large head took shape, looming above her.
Her mouth fell open when she spied the silver scales covering the wide head of the dragon. She took in the slitted obsidian eyes that were trained on her and tried to scream, but no sound came out.
The head moved farther out of the darkness to reveal a row of dark silver tendrils at the base of his skull and disappearing into the shadows. More of those same dark silver tendrils surrounded his mouth, which parted to show her rows of very sharp white teeth.
She could swear he smiled, a growl rumbling through his chest.
Death was staring her right in the face.
And there was no escaping it. — Donna Grant Reilly