Fortaine Quotes & Sayings

The concept of the terrorists is to plunge our country into division. — Francois Hollande

The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musician, the architect, seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

A world filled with temptations needs priests who are totally dedicated to their mission. Accordingly, they are asked in a very special way to open themselves fully to serving others as Christ did by embracing the gift of celibacy. — Pope Benedict XVI

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none — William Shakespeare

Olson's Maximus and Zukofsky's 'A' are too symbolically and verbally complex, respectively, to command large audiences especially in an age when a college degree is becoming a certificate of illiteracy. — Guy Davenport

Tackle issues not people.
Am I trying to prove my point or improve the relationship? — Lysa TerKeurst

You have Charcy. I have Fortaine. He stared at the words, written in familiar, unmistakable handwriting. I'll receive you at my fort. * — C.S. Pacat

Disapproving and boycotting is the Quranic thing to do, whereas violence and threats are not. — Mustafa Akyol

The next time you exit a relationship; remember to take your heart with you. It's kind of hard for the next man to get what the last man still has. — Trinity Wise

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right? — Megan Hart

Do not judge others by your own standards, for everyone is making their way home, in the way they know best. — Leon Brown

From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron. — J.K. Rowling

Perspective. You start looking at things differently, like everything's not so important. You don't take things so personally. Everyone changes, becomes better people. We all should get that chance ... — Tupac Shakur

The town was a series of dark shapes with edges picked out in moonlight; sloping rooves and gables, balconies and gutters met one another in a chaotic, shadowed jumble. Behind him, the far-flung darkness of what must be the great northern forests. And to the south ... to the south, past the dark shapes of the city, past the lightly wooded hills and rich central provinces of Vere, lay the border, prickling with true castles, Ravenel, Fortaine, Marlas ... and across the border Delpha, and home. — C.S. Pacat

And Emily had yet to shed a single tear. It troubled her all the way back to the city, and she rode with one hand sandwiched between her cheek and the cool, shuddering glass of the limousine window, as if that might help. She tried whispering 'Daddy' to herself, tried closing her eyes and picturing his face, but it didn't work. Then she thought of something that made her throat close up: she might never have been her father's baby, but he had always called her 'little rabbit.' And she was crying easily now, causing her mother to reach over and squeeze her hand; the only trouble was that she couldn't be sure whether she cried for her father or for Warren Maddock, or Maddox, who was back in South Carolina now being shipped out to a division.
But she stopped crying abruptly when she realized that even that was a lie: these tears, as always before in her life, were wholly for herself - for poor, sensitive Emily Grimes whom nobody understood, and who understood nothing. — Richard Yates