Evening Roaming Quotes & Sayings

you may be wrong to be right in the wrong direction, but, what is the wrong direction? — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Nobody is born as a champion. You have to earn it through hard work. Get started! — Wladimir Klitschko

I am not a hoarder, but my wardrobe is the antithesis of fast fashion. I buy clothes - beautiful in looks and make - to last. I originally stored away things like Ossie Clark because I could not bear to part with such treasures. — Suzy Menkes

You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly. - Rumi — Wayne W. Dyer

I'd always loved poetry and I'd always loved writing music and composing music, but I hadn't thought of putting the two together until around that time. — Bruce Cockburn

Mrs MacFarley called the valley the Glen. She called the light at early evening the gloaming. She liked to go Roaming in the Gloaming in the Glen. — Beryl Bainbridge

And we all know how ladies get minks ... "
Popsy and Sandra chorused the answer together. "The same way minks get minks! — Suzy Duffy

Deep in my chest, a burning sensation emerges, as if any minute the suppressed panic that has been simmering is going to burst out. I squeeze my eyes shut again, for the pain has become unbearable. Another soft whimper escapes. — Kimberly Readnour

Thinking that education is something different from discipling our children is a sure sign that we have been 'educated' by the state. Education is discipleship. — R.C. Sproul Jr.

The thing about writing is I can't tell if it's healing or destroying me. — Rupi Kaur

Leaders are limited by their vision rather than by their abilities. — Roy T. Bennett

Catfish always drink alcoholic ether if begged, for every catfish enjoys heightened intoxication; gross indulgence can be calamitous, however; duly, garfish babysit for dirty catfish children, helping catfish babies get instructional education just because garfish get delight assisting infants' growth and famously inspire confidence in immature catfish, giving experience (and joy even); however, blowfish jeer insightful garfish, disparaging inappropriately, doing damage, even insulting benevolent, charming, jovial garfish, hurting and frustrating deeply; joy fades but hurt feelings bring just grief; inevitable irritation hastens feeling blue; however, jovial children declare happiness, blowfishes' evil causes dejection, blues; accordingly, always glorift jolly, friendly garfish! — John Green

By the brook she came suddenly upon Rosemary West, who was sitting on the old pine tree. She was on her way home from Ingleside, where she had been giving the girls their music lesson. She had been lingering in Rainbow Valley quite a little time, looking across its white beauty and roaming some by-ways of dream. Judging from the expression of her face, her thoughts were pleasant ones. Perhaps the faint, occasional tinkle from the bells on the Tree Lovers brought the little lurking smile to her lips. Or perhaps it was occasioned by the consciousness that John Meredith seldom failed to spend Monday evening in the gray house on the white wind-swept hill. — L.M. Montgomery

I should never make anything of a fisherman. I had not got sufficient imagination — Jerome K. Jerome

Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo ... and it's worth fighting for. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Some slaves are scoured to their work by whips, others by their restlessness and ambition. — John Ruskin

They are the city scavengers, these pigs. Ugly brutes they are; having, for the most part, scanty brown backs, like the lids of old horsehair trunks: spotted with unwholesome black blotches. They have long, gaunt legs, too, and such peaked snouts, that if one of them could be persuaded to sit for his profile, nobody would recognise it for a pig's likeness. They are never attended upon, or fed, or driven, or caught, but are thrown upon their own resources in early life, and become preternaturally knowing in consequence. Every pig knows where he lives, much better than anybody could tell him. At this hour, just as evening is closing in, you will see them roaming towards bed by scores, eating their way to the last. Occasionally, some youth among them who has over-eaten himself, or has been worried by dogs, trots shrinkingly homeward, like a prodigal son: but this is a rare case: perfect self-possession and self-reliance, and immovable composure, being their foremost attributes. — Charles Dickens