Heptenal Quotes & Sayings

Hope is a journey
Into an enchanted tomorrow — Karen Hackel

I don't mind being second Beathie. As long as I'm last. — Angela Morrison

You forgot the 'my precious,'" Anna said dryly. "If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it right. — Patricia Briggs

I was warned about you, you know."
And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway. — Michelle Hodkin

We call "happiness" a certain set of circumstances that makes joy possible. But we call joy that state of mind and emotions that needs nothing to feel happy. — Andre Gide

But the indisputable fact is, a huge percentage of Obama's voters are basically wards of the state. There are millions of them, and they have no intention of voting for anyone who might want them to ever go out and work for a living - 'no matter what.' — Howie Carr

As a foreign worker in Haiti, speaking for myself, speaking for the workers, our organization is about 95 percent Haitian, but even foreign workers driving through, we have had very minimal security issues. — Sean Penn

Whilst you love me, I cannot again fall into that miserable state which renders life a burden almost too heavy to be borne. — Michael Kelahan

There are so many guys that come up and have strong hearts, but they just have to understand what the consequences are and how to execute the things that they learned to make themselves successful. — Allan Houston

And it means that sometimes thing are so complicated that it is impossible to predict what they are going to do next, but they are only obeying really simple rules. — Mark Haddon

Christ is my standard, the Bible is my guide, and His Blood is my healer. On the narrow way I press on looking forward to the eternal glory on the other side. — Anya VonderLuft

The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again ... the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of the old October. — Thomas Wolfe

True, more than a half of the green graves in the Grafton cemetery are marked "Unknown," and sometimes it occurs that one thinks of the contradiction involved in "honoring the memory" of him of whom no memory remains to honor; but the attempt seems to do no great harm to the living, even to the logical. — Ambrose Bierce

Pain involves the violation or transgression of the border between inside and outside, and it is through this transgression that I feel the border in the first place — Sara Ahmed