Groundskeepers Secret Quotes & Sayings

1) Everyone nodded in silent agreement,
and then one by one
disappeared into the castle's dark shadows
where night met blackened air
and creepy things
whispered the most haunting words into the wind. — Kenya Wright

A writer is someone who analyses the society, people and the world around him or her. Simply a writer is someone who pays attention to the utmost simple things happening around him or her. I believe the best things about being a writer is, you are going to live forever through your work, in your books, in the hearts of your readers, in your characters. — Ama H. Vanniarachchy

Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools. — Marie Lu

My time in the Obama administration turned out to be a deeply disillusioning experience. — Vali Nasr

Fucking flattery, success, money.
I just sit back and suck my thumb. — Ikkyu

Recognize that you are a spiritual being who is part of a large cosmic family of spiritual beings. You have the power, strength, and talent to fulfill your own individual earthly destiny. — James Van Praagh

In January the lavender heather and white candytufts would bloom. February perked up the plum tree, and March would bring forth the daffodils, narcissus, and moonlight bloom. April lilacs and sugartuft would blossom along with the pink and bloodred rhododendrons, bluebells, and the apple tree in the victory garden. As the weather warmed, miniature purple irises would rise amid the volunteers of white alyssum and verbena. The roses, dahlias, white Shasta daisies, black-eyed Susans, and marigolds would bloom from late spring to early fall. Leota could see it. She knew exactly — Francine Rivers

I don't know how to wake up without your good mornings or go to sleep without your good nights. — Claire Contreras

Why writers stumble over words when talking? Because we have so much to say, our mouths can't keep up with our brains. — Ksenia Anske