Esquivias Concrete Quotes & Sayings

I appreciate all of your expressions of concern, and I appreciate all of your expressions of love. It has been like a fire to my heart. — John Trudell

Get it - get it better or get it worse. No middle ground of compromise. — Henry Ossawa Tanner

A fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming — Douglas Adams

Only make yourself honey and the flies will suck you. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

Be sure you positively identify your target before you pull the trigger. — Tom Flynn

As a small business owner, you must sell or you will go out of business. Therefore, you must prospect (it's an integral part of the process). You have to bring people to your business, not just wait for them to show up. — Diane Helbig

Essex raised its ugly head. When i was a scholarship boy at the local grammar, son of a city-hall toiler on the make, this country was synonymous with liberty, success, and Cambridge. Now look at it. Shopping malls and housing estates pursue their creeping invasion of our ancient land. A North Sea wind snatched frilly clouds in its teeth and scarpered off to the midlands. The countryside proper began at last. My mother had a cousin out here, her family had a big house. I think they moved to Winnipeg for a better life. There! There, in the shadow of that DIY warehouse, once stood a row of walnut trees where me and Pip Oakes - a childhood chum who died aged thirteen under the wheels of an oil tanker - varnished a canoe one summer and sailed it alone the Say. Sticklebacks in jars,. There, right there, around that bend we lit a fire and cooked beans and potatoes wrapped in silver foil! Come back, oh, come back! Is one glimpse all I get? — David Mitchell

Funerals consist of older generations initiating the younger into another adulthood. Filling spaces of the one passed. — Darnell Lamont Walker

. . . This
is not the same river at my fingertips.
There are no paths, no sunken roads
familiar in the forest, by which we can
retrace our steps,
by which we can escape
by which we can reclaim and return,
or hear the child's song running in the timothy . . . — John Daniel Thieme

The adventures of the boy who doesn't want to grow up has universal appeal. We all want to keep something of the child in us. — Tessa Jowell