Bluebeards Quotes & Sayings

The important thing isn't proving you can achieve a goal, but living every moment along the way, even the side trips — Lisa Wingate

I reckon if I can't spend the day sleeping, the next best thing is to spend it reading and drinking. — Pete McCarthy

If you have never said "Excuse me" to a parking meter or bashed your shins on a fireplug, you are probably wasting too much valuable reading time. — Sherri Chasin Calvo

the unknown breeds dragons in map margins — Lois McMaster Bujold

We children moved constantly in a world where myth and fable walked hand in hand with reality, and the borderline between them was at all times nebulous and shifting. The violent world of fairytale with its Bluebeards and shirts made from thistles wasn't that far from ours. — Mike Harding

There's time to spare. This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for - the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing. Time as white sound. — Margaret Atwood

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial — James Joyce

That's what I feel too - people aren't taking responsibility for each other. You said the socialists had ceased to be a moral force, for the time, at least, because they wouldn't take moral responsibility. Except for a few people. You said that, didn't you - well then. But you write and write in notebooks, saying what you think about life, but you lock them up, and that's not being responsible." "A very great — Doris Lessing

The neighbor's flock has taken advantage of the chaos, and I think that's pretty smart. — Jeanne Marie Laskas

Time keeps on slipping into the future. — Steve Miller

You've had the power all along, girl. Go live your dreams. — Lisa Genova

I don't think anything gives your life joy and meaning. I think your life simply has joy and meaning. The love for my children, the love for my parents and the love for my friends is the end in itself. The meaning is life. — Penn Jillette

Then the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I could smell pinion trees, wet sage, woodsmoke, cattle in the pastures, and creek water that had melted from snow. I could smell the way the country probably was when it was only a dream in the mind of God. — James Lee Burke