Bended Page Quotes & Sayings

Ever up and onward. — Billy Strayhorn

If we're going to ban all Muslims, how are we going to get them to be part of a coalition to destroy ISIS? — Jeb Bush

There have been times that I have found myself in places, and I don't know how I got there, and I don't actually know where I am. — Kurt Eichenwald

All great works of literature either dissolve a genre or invent one. — Charles J. Shields

Men crawl in slime and wallow in the mud;
The Realist groans: "All life is mud ans slime!"
Men lie and steal and shed each other's blood;
And Realism sees but blood and crime.
Yet Right is just as real as Wrong,
The mountain peak is real as the ooze,
A curse is no more real than a song;
Among realities we need but choose.
The cynic sees the failure of To-day,
The Prophet cries the triumph of To-morrow,
Knowing the spirit in our clogging clay
That masters doubt, disaster, loss and sorrow.
Failure is but a passing weariness,
There is no final answer but Success. — Berton Braley

I don't think there's any honor bigger than going to your Hall of Fame for your sport. — Pete Rose

And you just now say something?" Tink vaulted over the couch. Like, jumped up and cleared the back and landed, standing on the center cushion.

I gaped at him. "How in the world did your towel stay on for that when I can't even get one to stay wrapped around me when I get out of the shower?"

"Magic," he replied. "Seriously. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

You have nothing to do but to receive the things that are freely given to you of God - the forgiveness, the cleansing, the life, that come from Christ by faith. — Alexander MacLaren

Your ideas come out of the way you conduct your life. — Keith Carter

A first meeting. A meeting in the desert, a meeting at sea, meeting in the city, meeting at night, meeting at a grave, meeting in the sunshine beside the forest, beside water. Human beings meet, yet the meetings are not the same. Meeting partakes in its very essence not only of the persons but of the place of meeting. And that essence of place remains, and colours, faintly, the association, perhaps forever.
Ethel Wilson, Swamp Angel. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1990 (page 95). — Ethel Wilson

For the first time all day I felt safe.
Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Solitude is an ocean with wonderful places hidden in its depths. — Isaac Of Nineveh