Haverkamp Brothers Quotes & Sayings

You can't count on anyone else for your happiness, nor blame them for your misery. — Eden Carson

All I liked to do when I was a kid was draw. — Maurice Sendak

I'm an entertainer in the military-entertainment complex. — Bruce Sterling

Aaron snorted "That's so cheesy."
"Well yeah. I am cheesy. I'm the king of cheese. You should know that by now.
Aaron's eyes were dancing with amusement. "I prefer to call you classically romantic. — Cleon Lee

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man. — Ernest Shackleton

In Moscow there were a hundred different words for sadness, and one of them was joy. — Heather O'Neill

I want to tell you something," he whispered as he cupped her face into his hands. "What?" she asked, her breathing uneven, her hands clutching his shirt "You are totally off limits to Vince and the doctor. You belong to me." Luke continued to kiss her mouth while his hands traveled down her arms and reached the bottom of her shirt. — Lois L. Kasznia

One cannot innovate new improvements without understanding old failures. — Deanna Raybourn

I looked over at him. "Is that a proposal?"
There was total silence for a couple beats. "I'm not sure. It just popped out."
"Let me know when you're sure."
"Would you say yes?" Morelli asked.
"I'm not sure. — Janet Evanovich

We, all of us in the First World, have participated in something of a binge, a half century of unbelievable prosperity and ease. We may have had some intuition that it was a binge and the earth couldn't support it, but aside from the easy things (biodegradable detergent, slightly smaller cars) we didn't do much. We didn't turn our lives around to prevent it. Our sadness is almost an aesthetic response - appropriate because we have marred a great, mad, profligate work of art, taken a hammer to the most perfectly proportioned of sculptures. — Bill McKibben

God opens the door so that we can establish His kingdom on earth — Sunday Adelaja

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him? — Jim Butcher