Hobnails Inn Quotes & Sayings

It's a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so. — Dean Koontz

Nothing is more essential in the treatment of serious disease than the liberation of the patient from panic and foreboding. — Norman Cousins

It's not like I ever thought I'd live forever - or wanted to - but it had never occurred to me that I might die before I'd lived. — Tanya Byrne

George W. Bush did an incredible job in the presidency, defending us from freedom. — Rick Perry

I read somewhere that luck is not blind, just illiterate. Luck, I mused, is a palliative for those who don't know probability and statistics. — Orhan Pamuk

Cottage is the palace of humble man! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

He fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes ... and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring. — Susanna Kearsley

One of the rarest of all the intellectual accomplishments that a man can possess is the grand faculty of arranging his ideas. — Wilkie Collins

There is a lot of work just in terms of traveling and logistics and people and gear and all that kind of stuff. But I never really have problems playing music. That never seems like work. — James Iha

The U.S. spent billions of dollars to build a secular, professional national Iraqi army but failed because, despite all the U.S.-supplied guns, tanks and planes, the Iraqi military fell apart when challenged by a band of terrorists. — Richard Engel

I just assumed the world was full of solo percussionists. I couldn't find sticks or music or anything where I was, but that was expected because there was nothing there anyway. And I think that was possibly the greatest asset for me, just not knowing. — Evelyn Glennie

So I did something I've never done, and put your live above my own, because no matter how hard I try to convey it, I'm not heartless. I have a heart and... and it beats for you. — Emma Winters

He raised his staff. There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight was blotted out from the eastern windows; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth. — J.R.R. Tolkien