Klauber Lace Quotes & Sayings

And a young prince must be prudent like that,
giving freely while his father lives
so that afterwards, in age when fighting starts
steadfast companions will stand by him
and hold the line. — Seamus Heaney

Childhood is this time of magic and monsters; hoping for one and fearing the other ... The worst part of being a kid is discovering which one exists ... So, I chose to believe in magic. — Thomm Quackenbush

For each thorn, there's a rosebud ... For each twilight - a dawn ... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow ... For each shadow - the sun ... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Voting is the foundational act that breathes life into the principle of the consent of the governed. — DeForest Soaries

I describe family values as responsibility towards others, increase of tolerance, compromise, support, flexibility. And essentially the things I call the silent song of life-the continuous process of mutual accommodation without which life is impossible. — Salvador Minuchin

When you're playing this bad of a character, it's obviously not reality for someone who's not living that life. — Michael Rapaport

Yesterday I sat in a field of violets for a long time perfectly still, until I really sank into it - into the rhythm of the place, I mean - then when I got up to go home I couldn't walk quickly or evenly because I was still in time with the field. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The foundation of my beliefs is the same as it was when I was 10. Non-violence. — Joan Baez

Explore your untamed dreams and you just might find a unique place where a confluence of paths lead towards your destiny. — Kathy Goodhew

I LOVE YOU. Every part of me ached to say it. I gazed into those beautiful eyes and knew i loved her more than i loved myself. — Katie McGarry

That belongs to her by divine right. I told her to repeat it continually also. — Florence Scovel Shinn

Winter came in days that were gray and still. They were the kind of days in which people locked in their animals and themselves and nothing seemed to stir but the smoke curling upwards from clay chimneys and an occasional red-winged blackbird which refused to be grounded. And it was cold. Not the windy cold like Uncle Hammer said swept the northern winter, but a frosty, idle cold that seeped across a hot land ever lookung toward the days of green and ripening fields, a cold thay lay uneasy during during its short stay as it crept through the cracks of poorly constucted houses and forced the people inside huddled around ever-burning fires to wish it gone. — Mildred D. Taylor

A writer looks at an issue and asks, 'What if this were to occur? Or what if that was thrown into the mix? What would that look like? — Venita Ellick