Jenerette Vandon Quotes & Sayings

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life. — Conor Oberst

Your calling is to bless lives ... Just the way you smile or the way you offer to help someone can build their faith. — Henry B. Eyring

I prefer the sign NO ENTRANCE to the sign which says NO EXIT. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

The truth is, if I could bottle your water-lily scent and carry it with me as I wandered the desert, even if I was sick from the sun and dying from thirst, only to be saved by a desert sheikh who wished to barter for it, and even should the trading of it save my life, I would not part with it for all the jewels, silks, and precious riches of Egypt and all the lands surrounding it. So to say your scent is pleasant to me is an understatement most villainous. — Colleen Houck

I thought that would go without saying, that if a mother gives up her children, it's very painful. — Doris Lessing

When it came to music, I was omnivorous. — Lish McBride

Love is best a phantom than reality, better in the chase than caught. — Jessie Burton

But in a broader sense, when I have more control, I want to expose people to new ideas. — Ryan Phillippe

The only restorative for a guilty conscience is a sight of Jesus suffering on the cross. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Real life isn't always going to be perfect or go our way, but the recurring acknowledgement of what is working in our lives can help us not only to survive but surmount our difficulties. — Sarah Ban Breathnach

I tried to figure out whether it was day or night: if it was day I had a shot at going home, but in the hospital there was no day or night.
Only shifts.
Only waiting. — Joan Didion

He smiles at her before ever opening his eyes. The innocence in his face ensnares. Wraps her heart in a cocoon.
They did this to him. The Society. Constructed that smile with malicious expectations. Now she must rip it off his face. Because she doesn't deserve his love. Or Gage's. This madness coils around her throat, darkening every inch of her soul. — Laura Kreitzer