Quotes & Sayings About Maggie In Everyday Use

The love and passion I had for the game was my key. I never had that taken out of me by my parents or a silly coach. — Bobby Orr

Open your heart - open it wide; someone is standing outside. — Mary Engelbreit

She stood watching a ritual she had seen many times before, yet which now seemed odd and extremely archaic; as if everything - the hill, the ox, the Mage, the cauldron, the king, the people looking on - everything belonged to a time so far away, so obscurely ancient that it could no longer be comprehended, only felt in the pulse of blood that flowed through her veins. — Stephen R. Lawhead

I wanted to feel like I could extend someone else's joy and not crush it, and that is the giant paradox nowadays of being a powerful woman: you want to live in a space of compassion and helpfulness and joy and expression, and the world is standing there, pointing the finger at you and telling you that you're greedy and domineering and attention-grabbing, and all you can do is shrug and just say, "Hopefully, someone out there understands and isn't misinterpreting." — Amanda Palmer

The top of one mountain is the bottom of the next. — Robin S. Sharma

Wine is a living liquid containing no preservatives. Its life cycle comprises youth, maturity, old age, and death. When not treated with reasonable respect it will sicken and die. — Julia Child

Jena shook her head. "Paul needs a life."
"Paul needs a woman," Ceelie said. — Susannah Sandlin

Obviously, I have a lot of memories here ... but at the same time I'm going to put all my energies into moving forward and doing my best for the Thrashers. — Peter Bondra

When I was 13 years old, I was dressing in a rap style. And then I changed schools, and the rap style became old-fashioned, so I changed it completely. — Louis Garrel

Before I could protest, which wouldn't be wise even though I did want him to hang out longer, he placed his hands on my cheeks. My breath stalled out somewhere between my throat and chest. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my forehead, dropping a kiss that squeezed my heart into slush. My eyes drifted shut as his lips lingered against my skin. Knocked off-kilter, I didn't move when he pulled back and stood. — Jennifer L. Armentrout