Barford Plantation Quotes & Sayings

So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night, we don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right. On second thought, I do like to brag 'cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag. — Johnny Cash

I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story.But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write. — Pamela Clare

Hate and love be closer cousin than like and dislike. — Marlon James

Love says: I've seen the ugly parts of you, and I'm staying. — Matt Chandler

You cannot consider it as success if anyone else has done it too. — Giomyr Faith Requierme

I like a mannish man: a man who knows how to talk to and treat a woman - not just a man with muscles. — Zsa Zsa Gabor

The only enlightened masters I know are the people that I see every day and the people that I've seen through my life who have had the understanding, at some level, that we're here to express love. — Richard Bach

You know, you can only lead them from behind. — Nelson Mandela

And the present sheared asunder from the past, like an iceberg sheared off from its frozen parent cliffs, and went sailing out to sea in lonely pride. All the past ages had accomplished was as nothing. — Aldous Huxley

From doing A Moon for the Misbegotten, I've learned that nobody's love can save anybody else. There are people who want to die, and nothing or nobody will stop them. The only one who can save you is yourself. — Gabriel Byrne

Once I have children, the kids come first. One thing at a time for me. — Fergie

He stowed a bottle of a local rotgut called Five Island Gin - nicknamed Five Ulcer Gin - in radioman Harry Brooks's gas mask holster. When an MP tapped Brooks's hip to check for the mask, the bottle broke and left Brooks with a soggy leg. It was probably for the best. Louie noticed that when he drank the stuff, his chest hair spontaneously fell out. He later discovered that Five Island Gin was often used as paint thinner. After that, he stuck to beer. — Laura Hillenbrand

A match as a pen
Blood on the floor as ink
The forgotten gauze cover as paper
But what should I write?
I might just manage my address
This ink is strange; it clots
I write you from a prison
in Greece — Alexanderos Panagoulis

The media have substituted themselves for the older world. — Marshall McLuhan