Guardhouse Rentals Quotes & Sayings

My life was falling apart and then to come out and play and have my best ever - 40 wickets, 250 runs ... But the only reason I could do that was because of the way I thought and I think I'm pretty strong mentally. I think I am anyway, pretty strong to get over whatever it is. — Shane Warne

Nobody strikes a medal for the Royal Military Canal campaign any more, but a pint in the back bar of the ancient Mermaid Inn, perched in front of one of the biggest and oldest inglenooks you're ever likely to see, is its own reward. — David Hewson

I was in better shape when I went into boot camp than when I came out. — Kai Ryssdal

I think the worst mistake you can make in stocks is to buy or sell based on current headlines, — Warren Buffett

On the contrary, he was a mystery I was excited to solve. — Kiera Cass

A man without a cause from God is often just an angry man who doesn't know where to direct his pent-up energy and aggression. A warrior with a cause from God directs that warlike energy for a cause greater than himself. — Craig Groeschel

New rule," he said. "No more rules."
She smiled. "And if I agree to this 'no more rules,' what's in it for me?"
"Me."
She felt the smile burst bloom across her face. "Well, if that's not the best offer I've ever had. — Jill Shalvis

I've been a philanthropist for all my life, and ... I've had many involvements in humanitarian and environmental issues. — Julian Lennon

Hey, Venus, I have two words for you,' Aphrodite said.
Venus hesitated and glanced over her shoulder at her ex-roommate. Aphrodite smiled her best mean-bitch sneer and said, 'Re. Bound.' She paused and gave a bithy smirk and then said, 'Good luck with that. — P.C. Cast

Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight"

Before the angel there was something else -
not this coffee shop next to a drug rehabilitation center
filled with war veterans of the past, men and women
strapped to their chairs, birds straining to rise
from piles of feathers, bones, and blood.

Drenched in sweat and a little shaky
from too much caffeine, she takes flight,
a shining white-winged trumpeter swan
crossing open water, steam rising
from the feathers' barbs. Below her,
a cormorant, unfolding its black wings,
explodes from the surface, and even fish,
leaping from the oily sheen, glide
for a moment, gills pumping
in the poisonous atmosphere.

Such longing. How large
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time. — David Romtvedt

Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed treehouse. — Cassandra Clare