Mrs Bucket Famous Quotes & Sayings

Good choice,' Laura Said. 'Our neighbour, Mrs Crabtree, came round this morning and she put it best. Her theory is that fame is like a bubble. It looks gorgeous on the outside, as if it's been painted with pretty colours, but when you pop it there's nothing there. She said that life, love and friendship are what matters, and that what you do is more important than what you show. — Lauren St. John

Fear is the thing that shows a man who 'e really is. The 'ateful ones are pointin' fingers and layin' the blame because that's what they think it takes to survive. Those people 'ave always been there, but fear just shows the rest of us who they are, and because of that, they'll end up alone. — April White

Consider God's love for you. Now double it. Now multiply that by 900 trillion. You're still not even close. — Mark Hart

I don't care if he is Curran. In your ward, you are god. — Ilona Andrews

If light is in your heart, you will find your way home. — Rumi

Your relationship with yourself is the most important one you will ever have because you are the only person with whom you will spend every moment of your life. Treat yourself with kindness, courtesy, and respect. Cherish who you are! — Karlyle Tomms

It's always fun when people ask you for advice. — Carine Roitfeld

Much more exotic life than I do. Where do you come up with — Danielle Steel

Consider the many special delights a lawn affords: soft mattress for a creeping baby; worm hatchery for a robin; croquet or badminton court; baseball diamond; restful green perspectives leading the eye to a background of flower beds, shrubs, or hedge; green shadows - This lawn, a carpet all alive/With shadows flung from leaves' - as changing and as spellbinding as the waves of the sea, whether flecked with sunlight under trees of light foliage, like elm and locust, or deep, dark, solid shade, moving slowly as the tide, under maple and oak. This carpet! — Katharine Sergeant Angell White

Where is your maman?
I don't know.
I think we've gone and lost her, Pea. Papa's voice dissolves into the colours behind my eyes.
I'm sorry Papa. I don't know how to find her, I say. — Claire King