Leavenworth Washington Quotes & Sayings

A white lie is not a lie at all. It is where you tell the truth but you do not tell all of the truth. This means that everything you say is a white lie because when someone says, for example, "What do you want to do today?" you say, "I want to do painting with Mrs. Peters," but you don't say, "I want to have my lunch and I want to go to the toilet and I want to go home after school and I want to play with Toby and I want to have my supper — Mark Haddon

Wise men speak only of what they know — J.R.R. Tolkien

There is a joy in going without things, a fine tang in eliminating the superfluous. — Elbert Hubbard

Allowing your kids to watch TV doesn't have to mean they have no choice but to see commercials for junk food and alcohol. — Charlie Ergen

Aw, man," Finn said, coming up to stand beside me, a black duffel bag dangling from his hand. "I didn't even get to shoot anybody." "Well, look on the bright side," I drawled. "Your clothes didn't get messed up. Neither did your hair." Finn perked up at my reasoning. — Jennifer Estep

We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor. — Ezra Taft Benson

De-calcify the pineal gland with the detergent of imagination — Dean Cavanagh

Know why people run marathons? ... Because running is rooted in our collective imagination, and our imagination is rooted in running. Language, art, science; space shuttles, Starry Night, intravascular surgery; they all had their roots in our ability to run. Running was the superpower that made us human - which means its a superpower all humans posses. — Christopher McDougall

Never be too absorbed by your own ambitions to encourage those of your family. — Wes Fesler

For years I said if I could only find a comfortable chair I would rival Mozart. — Morton Feldman

There is a mirror across from me, and I check my reflection in it before heading home. Despite the bone-deep fatigue and the growing fear and frustration, I look ... fine. Da always said he'd teach me to play cards. Said I'd take the bank, the way things never reach my eyes. There should be something - a tell, a crease between my eyes, or a tightness in my jaw.
I'm too good at this.
Behind my reflection I see the painting of the sea, slanting as if the waves crashing on the rocks have hit with enough force to tip the picture. I turn and straighten it. The frame makes a faint rattling sound when I do. Everything in this place seems to be falling apart. — Victoria Schwab