Brumbeloe Pottery Quotes & Sayings

I wore no jewels save the pendant Brisbane had given me with its secret code - the code that had given me my first inkling that he loved me. It had not been so very long since he had given it to me, a year only; twelve leaves of the calendar torn away, a few dozen weeks from then to now. But how much change that year had wrought! — Deanna Raybourn

Many things which cannot be overcome when they are together yield
themselves up when taken little by little. — Plutarch

To live is to be willing to die over and over again. — Pema Chodron

I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness. — Renee Vivien

Who can distinguish darkness from the soul? — W.B.Yeats

In the distance, the cat hears the sound of lobster minds singing in the void, a distant feed streaming from their cometary home as it drifts silently out through the asteroid belt, en route to a chilly encounter beyond Neptune. The lobsters sing of alienation and obsolescence, of intelligence too slow and tenuous to support the vicious pace of change that has sandblasted the human world until all the edges people cling to are jagged and brittle. — Charles Stross

a part in putting Cosgrove and Keegan dead center of that circle. He had some ideas, yeah, — Nora Roberts

I aim to be a competitive nation. — George W. Bush

If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died. — Bob Dylan

20)1Jesus is not the Christ in himself. 2The Christ is the Son of God, and no one is left outside of the Christ. — Regina Dawn Akers

My consciousness is eternal; and I feel eternal bliss. — Amy Leigh Mercree

I sincerely hope I'll never fathom you. You're mystical, serene, intriguing; you enclose such charm within you. The lustre of your presence bewitches me. I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. It is not mere words on paper, Mrs. Nicholson, it is both my mind and heart addressing you. — Virginia Woolf

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation. — Horace