Quotes & Sayings About Loving An Oilfield Man

Writing, it was like a heavenly balm, it was like the flowing out of deep waters, it was like the lifting of a load from the spirit; it brought with it a sense of relief, of assuagement. One could say things in writing without feeling self-conscious, without feeling shy and ashamed and foolish -- one could even write of the days of young Nelson, smiling a very little as one did so. — Radclyffe Hall

You can't get anything worth having for nothing," Darnay declared, offering his guest a fill of tobacco from his pouch, "and faith is worth having - it's the only thing that can save us now, when the whole world has straws in its hair. Faith is worth working for." Bulloch considered this while he filled his pipe. "To — D.E. Stevenson

When you forgive, you gain strength and come out a winner. — Joyce Brothers

The truth is, Ari, I miss El Paso. When we first moved there, I hated it. But now I think about El Paso all the time. And I think of you. Always, Dante P.S. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

I accepted the child, but I did not accept this monster called Epidermolysis Bullosa, and I would move heaven and earth in order to effect change. — Silvia Corradin

My parents were music lovers and collectors. It was around. — Boz Scaggs

Your goal is not to battle with the mind, but to witness the mind. — Swami Muktananda

Enterprises of different ownerships should all enjoy fair opportunities and conditions to compete in the market. — Li Keqiang

I would love to try my hand at directing and even producing in some kind of way. Something about that intrigues me, but for directing I could completely see myself trying. — Emayatzy E. Corinealdi

They didn't have very far to fall--I knew just being a girl in the world handicapped your ability to believe yourself. Feelings seemed completely unreliable, like faulty gibberish scraped from a Ouija board. My childhood visits to the family doctor were stressful events for that reason. He'd ask me gentle questions: How was I feeling? How would I describe the pain? Was it more sharp or more spread out? I'd just look at him with desperation. I needed to be told, that was the whole point of going to the doctor. To take a test, be put through a machine that would comb my insides with radiated precision and tell me what the truth was. — Emma Cline