Bassick 430 Quotes & Sayings

Misunderstanding arising from ignorance breeds fear, and fear remains the greatest enemy of peace. — Lester B. Pearson

Pray devoutly, but hammer stoutly. — John Ray

I had nothing to say to these words: they were not new to me: my very first recollections of existence included hints of the same kind. This reproach of my dependence had become a vague sing-song in my ear: very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible. — Charlotte Bronte

My time in the Army gave me an understanding for what it takes to provide for our national security and what it means to our service members and their families. — James Inhofe

The Devil is a woman. — Camille Paglia

They say the smart dog obeys but the smarter dog knows when to disobey. — Amy Hempel

If I'm not feeling super confident about an outfit or a little insecure - I'll probably accessorize my outfit with some jewelry. — Amber Le Bon

Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat," Raffin said helpfully to Katsa.
"Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff," said Katsa.
"I should like smaller ears," Raffin offered.
"Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears," Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. "As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady," she said sternly to Katsa.
Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted.
"I believe it's more that her ears won't have children," began Raffin, "which, you'll agree, sounds much less - — Kristin Cashore

Hate can be just as intimate as love. — Kelly Braffet

I think the hardest part about Golf is being committed to your wife — Tiger Woods

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile. — Judith Guest

Never let the words of discouragement from others sway you away from reaching far with your dreams. — Israelmore Ayivor

I think you can't possibly know the truth about somebody unless you love them. — Orson Scott Card

The good citizen when he opens his door in the evening must be banker, golfer, husband, father; not a nomad wandering the desert, a mystic staring at the sky, a debauchee in the slums of San Francisco, a soldier heading a revolution, a pariah howling with skepticism and solitude. — Virginia Woolf