Equoidea Quotes & Sayings

You are truly blessed with Torquil."
"I'm reminded of that every day. To be honest, I havenae seen him that happy for a long time."
She tapped him on the arm. "Oh, Ruairi, I can't say I'm responsible for that, but I thank you just the same."
He raised his hand and softly brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Ye brought the light back into his eyes." For a long moment, he looked back at her. "And mine as well, lass. — Victoria Roberts

Now, please understand that I didn't want to do any of this crap. None of these choices were mine. Like kids across the nation I was caught in circumstances beyond my control, and I felt that my choices were bad, worse, and worst. — Mark Garrison

Yes, it seems that as the President (George W. Bush) comes to the end of his two terms, he's finally realized the best way to get things done for you, is for you to do it. — Jon Stewart

People refer to me as 'that 'Love Boat' man.' — Irwin Thomas

I am Revan reborn. And before me you are nothing. — Drew Karpyshyn

Nixon regarded himself as having been cheated by life. He never got my vote. — Stephen Ambrose

All resources in your possession is an opportunity for service. — Sunday Adelaja

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food. — Emlyn Chand

[M]y only route was trust: trust in a *deeper* wisdom, the wisdom responsible for making my heart beat, my eyes shine, my hair grow; trust in the infinite intelligence responsible for making my cells replicate; trust in the part of me that is awake when I'm asleep at night. — Brandon Bays

I think ultimately that's why the audience will tune in longterm, for the characters and the relationships. — Wentworth Miller

A wise minister would rather preserve peace than gain a victory, because he knows that even the most successful war leaves nations generally more poor, always more profligate, than it found them. — Charles Caleb Colton

Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried. — Judd Nelson

Hyesims poems: transformative as walking high granite mountains by moonlight, with fragrant herbs underfoot and a thermos of clear tea in the backpack. Their bedrock is thusness, their images beauty is pellucid and new, their view without limit. The shelf of essential Zen poets for American readers grows larger with this immediately indispensable collection. — Jane Hirshfield