Gavrielle Union Quotes & Sayings

Ah no, he did not want May to have that kind of innocence that seals the mind against imagination and the heart against experience. — Edith Wharton

I think in a country like mine, violence is at the root of all human relations. — Mario Vargas-Llosa

The opportunities that everyone cannot see are the real opportunities. — Jack Ma

We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go
Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow. — Emily Dickinson

She makes her people work on Sundays?" Rachel whispers, pulling some of my grandmother's old food from he fridge and sniffing it.

"Nah-weekends are optional. They only have to work them if they want to keep their jobs. — Sarah Ockler

The more you openly name your struggles, the less people can use your silence as a back door to blackmail you, to sabotage your leadership, or to subvert relationships within the organization. — Dan B. Allender

Poor Grendel's had an accident. So may you all. — John Gardner

The Marines already have started putting women through infantry training. They've done it for the past couple of years. And it's tough. Roughly one-third of women have made it through that infantry training. So you're not going to see a lot of women actually make it through this. — Renee Montagne

Mine, is a wicked world of pure fascinastion. — Carroll Bryant

Tiger and mountain lion. Fuck you. Fuck you for getting me out. You should have shot me. But you didn't have the guts to do it. Too weak. You just didn't care enough. You waited two years, and then you fucking stopped caring and tore out my fucking heart. Come on. Promises, Dan. Keep them. Cut it out. If you're a man. — Aleksandr Voinov

As a writer, I can think of no greater terror than confronting a blank page, except perhaps the terror of being shot at. — Richard Castle

But what I knew in that moment was that the size of your home, your car, your wallet, doesn't have one single thing to do with the size of your life. And my life ... my life felt big, filled with love and with meaning. — Mia Sheridan

How could the wind be so strong, so far inland, that cyclists
coming into the town in the late afternoon looked more like
sailors in peril? This was on the way into Cambridge, up Mill
Road past the cemetery and the workhouse. On the open
ground to the left the willow-trees had been blown, driven
and cracked until their branches gave way and lay about the
drenched grass, jerking convulsively and trailing cataracts of
twigs. The cows had gone mad, tossing up the silvery weeping
leaves which were suddenly, quite contrary to all their exper-
ience, everywhere within reach. Their horns were festooned
with willow boughs. Not being able to see properly, they
tripped and fell. Two or three of them were wallowing on
their backs, idiotically, exhibiting vast pale bellies intended by
nature to be always hidden. They were still munching. A scene
of disorder, tree-tops on the earth, legs in the air, in a university
city devoted to logic and reason. — Penelope Fitzgerald