Floodwater Farming Quotes & Sayings

Seriously, why aren't you on drugs?" Cath walked past her out of the room.
"Are you a licensed psychiatrist? Or do you just play one on TV?"
"I'm on drugs," Reagan said. "They're a beautiful thing. — Rainbow Rowell

History is no longer as it was for the Greeks, an anamnesis, a remembrance. It is rather a thrust into the future. — Gustavo Gutierrez

I try not to get analytical in the writing process. I try to just kind of keep the flow from my brain to my hand as far as the pen is concerned and go with the moment and go with my guts. — Quentin Tarantino

The difference between a helping hand and an outstretched palm is a twist of the wrist. — Laurence Leamer

Those who say theory and practice are two unrelated realms are fools in one and scoundrels in the other. — Ayn Rand

Great! she thought. I died again and this is hell and there is a man in it. — Wm. Paul Young

I totally believe that art is an open dialogue and that it is not logical. It does not always make sense. — Lynda Benglis

The rivers that sprang from Hvergelmir streamed into the void. The yeasty venom in them thickened and congealed like slag, and the rivers turned into ice. — Kevin Crossley-Holland

I had never thought of advertising as a life work, though I had on the side, written some very successful copy. — Bruce Barton

They had been married for three days.
Lauren stirred, moving closer to him for warmth. Careful not to disturb her, he drew the satin quilt up around her shoulders. Reverently he touched her cheek, tracing its elegant curve. Lauren had brought joy to his life and laughter to his home.She thought he was beautiful. When she looked at him, he felt beautiful.
Somewhere in another part of the big house a clock began chiming the hour of midnight. Lauren's lashes slowly flickered open, and he looked into her enchanting blue eyes. "It's Christmas," he whispered.
His wife smiled up at him, and her answer made his throat tighten. "No," she said softly, laying her fingers against his jaw. "Christmas came three days ago. — Judith McNaught

No emotion falls into dislike so readily as sorrow. — Seneca The Younger

... the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had. — Cheryl Strayed