Grancy Greybeard Quotes & Sayings

Look at her. She looks so harmless and meek, but inside she's a lion. Tory is an adrenaline junkie the likes of which you've probably never seen ... everything from deep-sea diving to base jumping. Hell, she even jumps out of perfectly good airplanes for fun. (Pam) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Don't let your plans or goals become more important than yourself, or the ones you care about! — Jose N. Harris

We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home. — John H. Vincent

Both need each other: The agnostic cannot be content to not know, but must be in search of the great truth of faith; the Catholic cannot be content to have faith, but must be in search of God all the time, and in the dialogue with others, a Catholic can learn more about God in a deeper fashion. — Pope Benedict XVI

The playing field is anything but level when you walk into the grocery store. So much government subsidy goes into processed foods. Even when you're well-meaning as a parent or a shopper for yourself, you can't help but be pulled toward the highly processed food. — Michael Moss

I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances. — W.S. Gilbert

Last night. When I was bleeding out. I heard you.
Our eyes locked. And in that moment everything shifted. I saw what I had really done. I saw that I could be somebody's centre, their reason for staying. I saw that I could be enough. — Jojo Moyes

Those who recognize their innocence do not expect, receive, or accept punishment from any outside source. — Alan Cohen

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me. — Julie Anne Peters

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.

Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.

Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby. — Louisa May Alcott