Buster Posey Inspirational Quotes & Sayings

Christianity is not an accretion, it is not something added. It is a new total outlook which is satisfied with nothing less than penetration to the furthest corners of the mind and the understanding. — Billy Graham

Words are valuable. They're the wealth of a soul. — Pepper Winters

You don't become happy by pursuing happiness. You become happy by living a life that means something. — Harold S. Kushner

Music is about love. Music is love. Music is the way you talk to the person you like. — Tegan Quin

If the ability to read carries the average man no higher than the gossip of his neighbours, if he asks nothing more nourishing out of books and the theatre than he gets hanging about the store, the bar and the street-corner, then culture is bound to be dragged down to him instead of his being lifted up by culture. — Edith Wharton

You're insane." He smiled. "I love it when you try to flatter your way into my pants. — Suzanne Wright

I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we're both unhappy, and we both suffer. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

There was a smell about the place, which I imagined as the smell of misery and fear, though I supposed it was no more than the niff of ancient squalor and an absence of drains. — Diana Gabaldon

The only reason I have lived so long is that I let go of my past. Shut the door on grief on regret on remorse. If I let them in, just one self-indulgent crack, whap, the door will fling open gales of pain ripping through my heart blinding my eyes with shame breaking cups and bottles knocking down jars shattering windows stumbling bloody on spilled sugar and broken glass terrified gagging until with a final shudder and sob I shut the heavy door. Pick up the pieces one more time. — Lucia Berlin

Angus looked at Hamish. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight."
Hamish smoothed his brother's messy hair. "Me too. — Ally Carter

But in 1922 it was still a new thing to be a machine. — Jeffrey Eugenides

Fine." He smirks at me. "Nice to meet you, Carrots," he says, looking directly at my hair. "Oh, I mean Clara."
My face flames.
"Same to you, Rusty," I shoot back, but he's already striding away. — Cynthia Hand