Depins Brothers Quotes & Sayings

When dawn spread its cool clear flush over the meadows and fields and thorny pastures to the north and east, Duane pulled an old lawn chair out of the cabin and sat down to watch, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. It was chilly enough that he threw an old poncho over his lap. — Larry McMurtry

Keep an eye to the future, and ear to the past, and after thinking it over notice nothing much lasts. — Robert Hunter

Everything is illusion. Even that last sentence. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

If you think of the typical Herbalife distributor and their level of sophistication, to this day I still don't understand the marketing plan - true story. — Bill Ackman

I had a screening in Baltimore where one of the hardest individuals just broke into tears at the end. That's the response you want. — Sheldon Candis

How were they weird?" "Hoodoos. Thought the matrix was full of mambos 'n' shit. Wanna know something, Moll?" "What?" "They're right. — William Gibson

The core of original sin, then is LOT - Lack of Trust. Or, it could be considered an innate inability to adequately value ourselves. Label it a 'negative self-image,' but do not say that the central core of the human soul is wickedness ... positive Christianity does not hold to human depravity, but to human inability. — Robert H. Schuller

He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness. — Markus Zusak

I'll never be done with space. I will always be involved. — Scott Kelly

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse? — Bruce Springsteen

You were a little wild around the eyes there," she (Denna) said gently. "I don't think I've ever seen you out of sorts before."
I took another slow breath. I'm out of sorts all the time," I (Kvothe) said. "I just don't show it. — Patrick Rothfuss

I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don't want to be the kind that says the wrong way. But it doesn't work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats. There were some nice parts, sure, all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas and the grain of sugar on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I'm sorry it's such a lousy story. — Richard Siken