Buana Bakery Quotes & Sayings

She fit her hand around the curve of his whiskered jaw. "I'm sorry. But I knew you would not leave otherwise - "
"Damn right I would not have left," he said gruffly. "Don't you understand what you mean to me? You are everything. Never doubt that. My place is with you, only you. — Monica McCarty

It's all over you when you say his name. Like glitter or something. You can't ever get that shit off. Glitter is the herpes of the craft world. — Leta Blake

The higher the joy is not the light, it's the reflection. The greater pleasure is not climbing up; it's handing down — Bruce Feiler

I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring. — W.S. Merwin

I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you. — Abbi Glines

Sure I have a cell-phone, so I don't have to remember everyone's number anymore, but that really wasn't a core part of my brain. — Ken Jennings

I think you have to be completely merciless with yourself. — Keith Jarrett

We all know that change is inevitable. It provides us with a challenge and an opportunity to grow and improve and to attract new members with new ideas. — Ron D. Burton

And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay. — George Washington Cable

The ghetto was ruled by neither German nor Jew; it was ruled by delusion. — Elie Wiesel

The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts. — Alain De Botton

I see, and sing by my own eyes inspired.
O let me be thy Choir and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged Censer teeming;
Thy Shrine, thy Grove, thy Oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouthe'd Prophet dreaming!
Yes, I will be thy Priest and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my Mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain
Instead of pies shall murmer in the wind — John Keats

Fear always springs
from ignorance. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder, 'Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now? — Sylvia Plath