Chowning Tavern Quotes & Sayings

He was just drifting off to sleep when it occurred to him that perhaps the dog was not so ordinary after all. Perhaps he was someone the ogre had changed, and Ivo was going to spend the night hugging a headmaster or a tax inspector — Eva Ibbotson

Whatever we can't love or accept in another, is a mirror of something we can't love or accept in ourselves. — Brenda Shoshanna

I didn't mind studying. Obviously math and the physical science subjects interested me more than some of the more artistic subjects, but I think I was a pretty good student. — Alan Shepard

I am crazy about mysterious things. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

people are taking a bottle of wine to a dinner party or for a gift, they'll often settle on Chardonnay. — James Waldorf

Don't they put aunts in Turkey in sacks and drop them in the Bosphorus?' 'Odalisques, sir, I understand. Not aunts. — P.G. Wodehouse

Fear arises through identification with form, whether it be a material possession, a physical body, a social role, a self-image, a thought, or an emotion. It arises through unawareness of the formless inner dimension of consciousness or spirit, which is the essence of who you are. You are trapped in object consciousness, unaware of the dimension of inner space which alone is true freedom. — Eckhart Tolle

What you did is not nearly as important as what you are going to do. — Tyler Shields

I took the role of Ophelia in Hamlet because she is so naive, loving, and innocent. — Julia Stiles

I've never heard Daft Punk; I've never heard a track of theirs in my life. They're the two guys with motorcycle helmets on? — Henry Rollins

Our work is to preach the gospel and we must not be sidetracked. — Oswald J. Smith

I am intimidated by that eyeliner in a pot. You have to take a brush and wet it and then dip it in and get it straight. It's just a mess. — Tyra Banks

Who are you?" she said, barely able to hear her own words as her heartbeat thrummed in her ears.
"This is your dream, remember? Tell me who I am," he said smiling, absently coiling a tendril of her long brown hair around a finger.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "If this is my dream, oneiroi, then answer my question. Who are you?"
He was hearing her true voice: that of a natural ruler. She watched him smile at her fearlessness, even as he loomed over her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I am your lord husband. — Rachel Alexander