Margaret O Brien Quotes & Sayings

Love is what makes you bloom like a flower with a smile, beauty and fragrance. — Debasish Mridha

You have no one to please but yourself, and you should demand others accept you for who you are. Don't let anyone tell you you're not enough. — Terri Osburn

When I cry, do you want the tears to run all the way or shall I stop halfway down? — Margaret O'Brien

Love is a sweet thing caught a moment
and held in a golden eye. — Rod McKuen

You can't have a great university without a great library. — Joe Paterno

Knowing that my ancestry had all been quite wealthy and owned their own businesses probably left me with the ambition to replicate what they'd done. — John Caudwell

Gee, is that my broken heart lying on the floor? Yes. Yes, it is. — Shelly Laurenston

My mother had taken me to photographer Paul Hesse, who used some of my pictures on magazine covers. — Margaret O'Brien

The horses came thundering toward Margaret. "Get down!" Daniel tackled her to the dusty ground.
The breath puffed out of her. She struggled to free herself, but his strong body kept her pinned beneath him. She could smell the clean scent of soap underneath the scent of his skin.
Never in her life had she felt so helpless and dependent. And protected. The word whispered through her brain with a gentle allure. — Colleen Coble

He never yelled or screamed so I felt very at home and comfortable. — Margaret O'Brien

I graduate with honors. I balled Nead O'Connor. I did a free style then I got a shoutout from Obama. — Nicki Minaj

I was always fascinated, even as a child, by antiques and ancient times. I always felt I should have been born in the 17th or 18th century. They really had a big stone castle with authentic furniture. — Margaret O'Brien

Margaret Atwood, J.G. Ballard, Ray Bradbury, Jim Crace, Arthur C. Clarke, Russell Hoban, Anna Kavan, Doris Lessing, Cormac McCarthy, Walter M. Miller, Tim O'Brien, Will Self and Marcel Theroux, — Bill Bryson

Dutifully, the Count put the spoon in his mouth. In an instant, there was the familiar sweetness of fresh honey---sunlit, golden, and gay. Given the time of year, the Count was expecting this first impression to be followed by a hint of lilacs from the Alexander Gardens or cherry blossoms from the Garden Ring. But as the elixir dissolved on his tongue, the Count became aware of something else entirely. Rather than the flowering trees of Central Moscow, the honey had a hint of a grassy riverbank.....the trace of a summer breeze......a suggestion of a pergola.....But most of all there was the unmistakable essence of a thousand apple trees in bloom.
"Nizhny Novgorod", he said.
And it was. — Amor Towles

your a wizard harry — J.K. Rowling

I believe that having a spiritual life is so important in everybody's life. — Lou Holtz

You've come to understand gang violence as symptomatic of an abiding civil conflict whose proportions we can only begin to fathom; now you watch church kids fumble their fingers toward Eastside, toward Killaz. — Leslie Jamison

You weren't born princess, Finnie Drakkar, but that does not mean you're not one. — Kristen Ashley

All you'd have to do is get a sad look, and he'd try to do something for you. — Margaret O'Brien

Mean fake advice letters to students, and spreading lies and nasty rumors. And — Rachel Renee Russell

It seemed so natural, receiving it, watching others receive it, assuming that the approval of others determined our worth. Then one day we found we couldn't feel any worth without it. We'd forgotten that we were gifted in ways unimaginable, created with a unique purpose like no other, that people are hurting, that we beat that same hurt and we can help them. There is no one as valuable as you. Unlearn that old lie. — Lee Goff

It seems that the one thing that doesn't change is people's reaction to short-term conditions and their axiomatic ability to perpetuate them far into the future. — James O'Shaughnessy

For a moment, the color leeched from his face, then he blinked and smiled. Margaret, for a second I thought it was your mama standing there. He gave a gruff laugh. You look lovely, my dear.
Her father's praise brought tears to her eyes. His approving words came far too infrequently. Was her appearance all that mattered to him-to anyone? It seemed to be the way of the world. No one cared about who she was on the inside. No one saw the heart longing to be loved and to love in return. She sometimes even doubted God's love for her. — Colleen Coble