James B. Eads Quotes & Sayings

Human beings are not like they are portrayed in Hollywood. They are individuals who are a mixture of good and bad. — Jack Higgins

Complaining will not change things in your life; only action will. Make a list of all you need to do to change what doesn't work in your life and, little by little, begin making those changes. — Susan Jeffers

Darkness is necessary for evolvement. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I finally understand what love is. It isn't rainbows and butterflies. It isn't always pretty. Sometimes it's jagged like broken glass, and sometimes it hurts. But love, the type of love that's real - the love Demetri has shown me - it's selfless, it's persistent. Real love pushes your boundaries, it pulls until you snap, and then when you think you can't take anymore, it's — Rachel Van Dyken

There had been a subtle realignment of the spheres. The world was somehow a place I could endure again. If life was a grey corridor lined with doors, it was now within my power to open some of them. — Alexis Hall

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away. — William Allingham

So in a nutshell," he says, "something snapped. That's what people say, isn't it? But to be honest, now I hear myself saying it, I don't think that's right. I wonder if something mended. Maybe something joined up. — Rachel Elliott

An idea is our visual reaction to something seen - in real life, in our memory, in our imagination, in our dreams. — Anna Held

Maybe we're like the cherry blossom, Rune. Like shooting stars. Maybe we loved too much too young and burned so bright that we had to fade out." She pointed behind us, to the blossom grove. "Extreme beauty, quick death. We had this love long enough to teach us a lesson. To show us how capable of love we truly are. — Tillie Cole

The revolutionary's role is to liberate, and to be liberated, with the people
not to win them over. — Paulo Freire

The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible. — Hannah More

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers. — Diana Gabaldon

Their lips met with a tenderness Kate had not dreamed possible. The weeks of heart-break and uncertainty, the pain of wasted days, and the despair of unfulfilled dreams released her like winter surrenders its ruthless grip on the frozen earth in early spring. Did every kiss hold such promise? — Jennifer Beckstrand