Glesca Marshalls Birthday Quotes & Sayings

My world, my world ... How can such a good little girl like you destroy all of my beautiful wickedness.
- Wicket Witch of the North — L. Frank Baum

Chances are good that if you walked away from your house after the real estate market collapsed, the Cavs now own it. — Michael Rosenberg

No, I wasn't going to refer to cowardice. What I was going to say was, that a man contemplating suicide should bear in mind that his act is usually paid for by others. It is not just his personal affair. Everyone who takes his or her own life increases the fear in all his progeny of committing the same act during a period of depression. In fact, every blood relation he possesses gets a drop of the same poison. Nice parting gift. — Olive Higgins Prouty

him, but I nodded. — Stuart Palmer

These days i tend to use one project I do as a kind of offshoot to the next. — Marc Almond

A novel is a work of poetry. In order to write it, one must have tranquility of spirit and of impression. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Some foreign investors accuse us of being unfair to shareholders by using our resources for community development. Yes, this is money that could have made for dividend payouts, but it also is money that's uplifting and improving the quality of life of people in the rural areas where we operate and work. We owe them that. — Ratan Tata

It is the nature of love to create. It is the nature of hate to destroy. — Madeleine L'Engle

But his hands are on my neck and in my hair and tracing my collarbone and it is wrong but it feels right, it feels like falling and I know the impact at the bottom will probably kill me, but I don't care anymore. — Kiersten White

Moreover, no one feels grateful to anyone for those benefits of freedom that all share in common, at least so long as they enjoy them. — Niccolo Machiavelli

The true character of liberty is independence, maintained by force. — Voltaire

Our agitation, you know, helps keep yours alive in the rank and file. — Wendell Phillips

The banquet is ready, and the minstrels are tuning their harps to celebrate the return from your wanderings to your Father's heart and home, with the gladness of feasting, and with the voice of thanksgiving and of melody. — Octavius Winslow