Czarist Army Quotes & Sayings

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. — Bette Midler

I learned that life will go through changes - up and down and up again. It's what life does. — Ben Okri

Yes, the world is broken. But don't be offended by it. Instead, thank God that He's intervened in it, and He's going to restore it to everything it was meant to be. His kingdom is breaking through, bit by bit. Recognize it, and wonder at it. — Brant Hansen

The odor of burning sulphur shifted on the night air, acrid, a little foul. Somewhere, the Canaan dwellers had learned of a supplier of castor - an extract from the beaver's perineal glands. Little packets containing the brown-orange mass of dried animal matter arrived from Detroit at the Post Office's "general delivery." At home, by the kerosene light, the recipients unwrapped the packets. A poor relative sometimes would be given some of the fibrous gland, bitter and smelling slightly like strong human sweat, and the rest would go into a Mason jar. Each night, as prescribed by old Burrifous through his oracle, Ronnie, a litt1e would be mixed with clear spring water. And as it gave the water a creamy, rusty look, the owner would sigh with awe and fear. The creature, wolf or man, became more real through the very specific which was to vanquish him. — Leslie H. Whitten Jr.

Sheds light on the quirks couples discover — Nicholas Sparks

My grandfather had come over as a member of the czarist army, to make an arms deal with the British government. Being a blinkered military man, he was unaware that the Russian Revolution was about to take place. — Helen Mirren

I've dodged all sorts of bullets in Hollywood to get my movies made. I'm tough. — Lee Daniels

I rarely return to characters. My characters, at least most of them, are much more a part of that superorganism that is the story than separate and independent creatures. — Etgar Keret

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened. — Siri Hustvedt