Geeson Houses Quotes & Sayings

There is an implied warranty that a commissioned work should last a lifetime. There is to be no charge. — Maxfield Parrish

There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. — Charlotte Bronte

I am not someone who's very good at looking after herself, and I am also not someone who goes on holiday very often. — Jane Green

The storm was resting. It didn't want to be, but it was. It had spent a fortnight understudying a famous anticyclone over the Circle Sea, turning up every day, hanging around in the cold front, grateful for a chance to uproot the occasional tree or whirl a farmhouse to any available emerald city of its choice. But the big break in the weather had never come. — Terry Pratchett

I record the events of my life, filling up one notebook after another. Maybe I'm not getting the details exactly right, but it doesn't matter. The strict facts hold no currency here. What counts is the saliva I just spat on this very sheet of paper. The thick gob slowly dissolves a small circle in the text and turns the words translucent. The ink starts to bleed. The fibers loosen. If you run your fingers along this paragraph, you'll find the site where I stabbed my thumb straight through the page. There is an entire world in that hole. — Jeff Jackson

As a performer, there was nobody better than Morrissey. — Mike Joyce

The seeds of knowledge may be planted in solitude, but must be cultivated in public. — Samuel Johnson

Tyler rounded the hood and opened the door. 'What?' he asked when she grinned at him. 'You've got a slide-over-here-honey seat!' His eyes crinkled with laughter. 'Well, what are you doing all the way over there? — C.H. Admirand

One sin another doth provoke. — William Shakespeare

Don't be afraid of outgiving God. It is impossible to do that. — Charles R. Swindoll

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning