Condominiums Near Quotes & Sayings

What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs. — Cindy McCormick Martinusen

There's no way to do that, Miss Archer. I won't say that if you refuse me you'll kill me; I shall not die of it. But I shall do worse; I shall live to no purpose. — Henry James

No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day. — Charlotte Bronte

To this day I clean better than most maids. — Ernest Borgnine

I've loved art for more than 30 years. — Jeffrey Archer

Please don't set me free Death means a lot me — Lou Reed

The mediocre have no importance except through appointment. They feel invaded and defeated by the presence of creative folk among them. — Zora Neale Hurston

It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason. — Michel De Montaigne

I'm not ashamed of wanting you. And yes, I've missed touching you, and holding you, and I want that again. But that isn't all I've missed about you since you left town." He placed his palms on the sides of her face, bringing her gaze back to his. "I've missed the way you glance around when you think your karma is going to zap you. I miss watching you walk and the way you push your hair behind your ears. I miss the sound of your voice, and that you try to be a vegetarian and can't. I miss that you believe you're a pacifist even as you shock me on the arm. I've missed everything about you, Gabrielle. — Rachel Gibson

There are ways to get what you need out of your warrior. You just must be clever in finding them — Kristen Ashley

There are many persons who look on Sunday as a sponge to wipe out the sins of the week — Henry Ward Beecher

He has so many creations, and yet He never forgets me, but I only have One Creator, and I've forgotten him countless times. — Abd Ar-Rahman Ibn Nasir As-Sa'di

I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other. When you're five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm - you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it. You start to forget words: they're on the tip of your tongue, but instead of eventually dislodging, they stay there. You go upstairs to fetch something, and by the time you get there you can't remember what it was you were after. — Anonymous

Reading is your window to the world that no one can close for you. — Sara Samarasinghe