Mahlstedt Ranch Quotes & Sayings

Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce — L.M. Montgomery

When human beings acquired language, we learned not just how to listen but how to speak. When we gained literacy, we learned not just how to read but how to write. And as we move into an increasingly digital reality, we must learn not just how to use programs but how to make them. In the emerging highly programmed landscape ahead, you will either create the software or you will be the software. It's really that simple: Program, or be programmed. — Douglas Rushkoff

There is no reason not to be motivated. You cannot always be the best. But you can do your best. — Sebastian Vettel

You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God. — C.S. Lewis

I am a free man. I feel as light as a feather. — Javier Perez De Cuellar

Intelligence is to spot paradoxes. Wisdom is to live by them. — Raheel Farooq

I had to explain to him Mom's death, which was always hard to do. It felt like killing her again. — Karen Russell

The turkey has a destiny which ends on San Martino's day. — Waverley Lewis Root

They ended up at the Old Corner Bookstore, which Brian had read about in a tour guide to Boston. "Longfellow and Hawthorne and Oliver Wendell Holmes used to read here. Let's go in." Brian nudged the girls until they obeyed.
It was a regular bookstore, less history-minded than Brian had expected. In fact, the local history shelves were quite mangeable. I'll buy one book, he thought. This will get me launched in actual reading. Out of the zillions of choices, I'll find one here.
Brian picked out Paul Revere and the World He Lived In. It was thick and somehow exciting, with its chapter headings and scholarly notes and bibliography. — Caroline B. Cooney

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find. — Andrea Gibson

I've taught fifth-year Christmas leavers last thing on a Friday afternoon. Basically, if you can face that you can face anything. — Johann Lamont

The Luxembourg is within five minutes' walk of the rue Notre Dame des Champs, and there he sat under the shadow of a winged god, and there he had sat for an hour, poking holes in the dust and watching the steps which lead from the northern terrace to the fountain. The sun hung, a purple globe, above the misty hills of Meudon. Long streamers of clouds touched with rose swept low on the western sky, and the dome of the distant Invalides burned like an opal through the haze. Behind the Palace the smoke from a high chimney mounted straight into the air, purple until it crossed the sun, where it changed to a bar of smouldering fire. High above the darkening foliage of the chestnuts the twin towers of St. Sulpice rose, an ever-deepening silhouette. — Robert W. Chambers