Embrocation Cycling Quotes & Sayings

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life? — Miriam Toews

I don't think I'm intense. — Lydia Leonard

Foolish woman, will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? If
you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? — George R R Martin

Do not ask for less responsibility to be free and relaxed-ask for more strength! — Sheng Yen

You hire the best people you can possibly find. Then it's up to you to create an environment where great people decide to stay and invest their time. — Rich Lesser

Those sloppy priests that go around without their cassocks!" he would agonize. "Better that they go without their cassocks since they're just chasing after prostitutes anyway!" And he'd agonize more. It was true. There were womanizing priests. And liquor flowed faster than communion wine among them. Pastoral plans? They all went up in smoke. There was no interest. There was no effort. And the bishop? Bishop Machado didn't give orders and he didn't give advice. What he gave were loans at outrageous interest rates. Everybody knew those stories, and Father Romero knew them best because he saw all the drama from the inside. — Maria Lopez Vigil

From the bow of the canoe she asked, "Do you know a rain dance?"
"First I need a virgin. — Carl Hiaasen

Well, he was wearing those really bad pants ant that awful shirt. Clearly he did need some things explained to him bya teenager, but i didn't think it was the right time to mention his unforunate and obvious fashion impairment. — P.C. Cast

Once I started to get older, my father would say, 'You look more like George Harrison than I do' — Dhani Harrison

Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives silently condemned, a legion upon the dark rooftops. The wind came down from the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing. They were there, each one alone in conversation with the stars, mining ephemeral love from cold and distant light. — Mark Helprin