Dangled Wooden Quotes & Sayings

It is much easier to die than to bear a life of misery with fortitude. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

High positions are full of low people! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

You don't always have to be doing something. You can just be, and that's plenty. — Alice Walker

But anybody who steps into the lane beside you is the biggest competition because they made it to the finals. — Usain Bolt

I've never met anyone that was all bad.
Mostly bad, yes, but never all bad. Everyone was once a child,
and that gives me hope for people. They just end up bringing to
the table what they have and they do what they do for a reason,
even if they don't know themselves what it is. Takes time to find
it sometimes, but there is always a reason. — William Paul Young

Chapter 8 - The Rescue Team: "Timbroke Hall was completely dark. A creaking shutter opened and closed to the rhythm of a howling, north wind. It bore a cold reminder of the harsh winter coming quickly this year. The children crept up the rock stairs to the familiar wooden doors at the front of the building. Ariana led them around the porch to a side door according to her, was never locked. The broken handle dangled loosely and offered free entrance. The team cautiously crossed the threshold of the old hall into pitch blackness. An owl hooted and the sound of large wings flapping reverberated around them. Camilla startled, cried out a fearful yelp causing everyone to jump. Hannah reflexively covered Camilla's mouth until she was certain nothing more would slip out. "Quiet," whispered Jess in an angry tone directed at Hannah. "It wasn't me," whispered Hannah pointing down at Camilla. "Sorry," whispered Camilla apologetically. — M.K. McDaniel

The perception of linked fate and that feeling of being always on the spot as a representative of the race, at least in mixed company, are features of African American life that predate affirmative action and arise outside of its presence. — Randall Kennedy

Conner answered, "Mrs. Turbeldy warned me that you have a history of running away. Where did you go?"
To the church of course. To confess my sins. — Jennifer A. Nielsen