Fagundes Agribusiness Quotes & Sayings

Writing was always an aspiration, but I'd kept it a secret even from myself. — Kevin Powers

She was another world to me; she and the regular world stood side by side and made two worlds. I loved them both. — Jim Woodring

Freedom within is embodied in things as well as people. Like coins tossed into a wishing well, they contain our hopes and dreams. — Fennel Hudson

The high food value of field beans and the shortage of supply due to the light yields of 1915 and 1916 render them of great importance in the regions to which they are adapted. — David F. Houston

It's important to remember that regardless of what happens during the day, we can go to bed at night and tell ourselves that we are good enough and although we aren't perfect, we still deserve to be loved. — Bibliomaniac

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best. — Gabriela Mistral

Joshie has always told Post Human Services Staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were because every moment, our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities, so that each year, each month, each day, we transfer into a different person, an utterly unfaithful iteration of our original selves, of the drooling kid in the sandbox. But not me. I am still a facsimile of my early childhood. I am still looking for a loving dad to lift me up and brush the sand off my ass and to hear English, calm and hurtless, fall off his lips. — Gary Shteyngart

Simple, Kate wanted to say. I'm already dead.
Instead, she'd pressed her lips together so hard it made her eyes water as she'd grabbed her prescriptions. The ones her therapist had assured her would help with the nausea and the insomnia. In reality, they'd nothing except make her feel as if she were underwater. Kate kept taking them in the hope she might eventually drown. — Kimberly McCreight

I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to. — Emily M. Danforth

Above all, we cannot afford not to live in the present. He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past. — Henry David Thoreau