Earmarking Risk Quotes & Sayings

Americans have long recognized the need to protect our public lands and their vast resources. — Barbara Boxer

Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other. — James Patterson

Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble.
"Amy?"
Oh, God. It was Amy.
"Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club.
Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head.
"What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?"
Okay. She was definitely going after him first. — Cindy Gerard

I'm too romantic for my own good. And okay, you get kicked in the butt sometimes. But, frankly, I'd rather have, you know - actual sentiments. Than. You know? You know what I mean? — Tom Rachman

Don't I deserve to finally be free of you? — Laini Taylor

Nanda broke down every barrier and won his way to freedom not by brag, not by bluster, but by the purest form of self-suffering. — Mahatma Gandhi

As long as we have books, we are not alone. — Laura Bush

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream. — Haruki Murakami

You can never make someone punctual who is not, or quick who is slow, or lively who wants to plod on carefully. I have learnt that every fault is an exaggerated quality, nothing else. — Elisabeth Of Wied

There's nothing in the American dream about character. It's a serious flaw. — Mike Nichols

Too often, our concept of pastors and church leaders reinforces rather than obliterates the sad state of family life in our current context. — Russell D. Moore

Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths. — Lois Wyse

Remember that everything that is good, whatever it's origin, comes from the holy spirit. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one moment he might truly be himself, at another he might simply be making things up. How can one know for sure? Why should he even want to know for sure? — J.M. Coetzee