Casgrain Pool Quotes & Sayings

The silence between them was dark water. He could not cross it. He couldn't walk the line between the decency she deserved and the violence this path demanded. If he tried, it might get them both killed. He could only be who he truly was--a boy who had no comfort to offer. So he would give her what he could. — Leigh Bardugo

Shoot. I feel guilty for peeing. That first bottle of wine alone was almost two hundred dollars. — Tina Reber

Place the tip of a stick in a clear brook and you'll see it "bend" underwater because the speed of light is literally slower beneath the surface than it is in air. — David Blatner

Prayer is a fine, delicate instrument. To use it right is a great art, a holy art. There is perhaps no greater art than the art of prayer. Yet the least gifted, the uneducated and the poor can cultivate the holy art of prayer. — Ole Hallesby

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell. — Muhammad Iqbal

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like. — Lao-Tzu

Say that what happened isn't it for us. — Emily Snow

Oh there are lots of doctors and medical professionals out there who buy my devices at whole sale price. — Alex Chiu

School is one of the things that children might hire to do the job. But the job is that children need to feel successful - every — Clayton M Christensen

Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are goneLike twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne. — Francis Quarles

I am able to make a contribution ... Let me repeat my convictions, I can make a contribution to American painting. — Morris Graves

You must get hurt a lot," he murmured. She looked at him in surprise.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you don't hide anything. You put yourself out there for the world to like or dislike. — Barbara Freethy

Even personal tastes are learned, in the matrix of a culture or a subculture in which we grow up, by very much the same kind of process by which we learn our common values. Purely personal tastes, indeed, can only survive in a culture which tolerates them, that is, which has a common value that private tastes of certain kinds should be allowed. — Kenneth E. Boulding

She could feel the hot tears pouring down her face, and she pressed it against the stone. MacGowan, you stupid bastard, she thought. Why did you have to go and get yourself killed? I care about you.
Care about you. Stupid phrase. She knew the truth, and right then the least she could do for the man who'd died protecting her was to admit it. She was stupidly, idiotically in love with him. He didn't deserve it, she was smart enough to know better, but all the rationalization in the world didn't help. It simply was. — Anne Stuart