Forley Riders Quotes & Sayings

This world is made of darkness and light, my girl, and in the darkest times you have to believe the sun will come again, even if you yourself don't live to see it. — Nancy Kricorian

Let there be children and old people but few whose occupation is neither hope nor memory. Let there have been immigration at some point: enough to fill the convenience stores, the foreign restaurants, but let it be forgotten. Let the children be all in school, a breath held in, released at 3 o'clock across the park. Let the town's rhythm be unquestioned. Let me be single: no children, no family. Let me not fit in. — Joanna Walsh

I never met Publo Picasso. I took pictures at the Festival d'Avignon, but I was too shy to ask to go in his studio. It does not look like me now, but I was very shy, and shy of men also. I think there was a world that frightened me totally. — Agnes Varda

A pair of Blahniks and a girl can vanquish anything — Tyne O'Connell

If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. — J.D. Salinger

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight; build it anyway. — Mother Teresa

My philosophy is to enjoy yourself. Do the things you want to do, like play golf! — Phil Daniels

He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector. It seemed only natural to seek the safe enclosure of his embrace. She ran into his arms, burying her head against the hard wall of his chest. He smelled ... wonderful. Warm. Of leather and pine needles and strength. Savoring the distinctly masculine scents, she closed her eyes. Only then did the tears start to fall. — Monica McCarty

You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you. — Kenneth Oppel

I'm the flavor of the month. — George Clooney

He'd removed his helmet, revealing a babyish face that didn't go with his military haircut or his big burly frame. He looked like a toddler who'd taken steroids and joined the Marines. — Rick Riordan

His burning gaze snags on my braid, following it across my shoulder and over the swell of my breast. As his eyes dip, his lips part, and his fingers twitch on his thigh. My — Amanda Bouchet

It was the sort of cold that followed you inside, that searched your clothes for gaps and penetrated you slowly, until it crept into your heart and chilled your blood. — David R. Gillham