Munnell Sherrill Quotes & Sayings

I think that you have mistaken pride for faith, as so many do. — Geraldine Harris

Much of the beauty of light owes its existence to the dark. — Brene Brown

[A] baseball field was the only place where he felt he was exactly where he was born to be. — Sara Pennypacker

I'd really like to be in closer contact with life. I'm a little too distant, I guess. I like to place myself outside. — Yves Saint-Laurent

My mother would never let me in the kitchen. I always wanted to cook, but I was never allowed to. Her view of the world was, 'Cooking is my job, and studying is your job.' I think, in retrospect, she didn't like the chaos. She was very orderly. It had to be her way. — Ina Garten

Faith is, believing there is still a star out there to wish on, just for you, tucked away behind dark clouds. — Anthony Liccione

Someday I'm going to marry someone like my mom and I'll be smiling all the time the way my Mom and Dad are. — Koushun Takami

The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call out there. — Truman Capote

Ah, critics! How unforgiving they are toward anything that isn't, in some special way, known only to them, absolutely first-rate. Do they ever guess, I wonder, how much energy and guts and sheer talent it takes to be second-rate? — Robertson Davies

This seemed like one of those make-it-or-break-it moments where you have to consciously choose to do the right thing. Or be bad. — Alyssa Goodnight

God draweth straight lines but we call them crooked. — Horace Mann

Success is not only for the elite. Success is there for those who want it, plan for it, and take action to achieve it. — Jim Brown

As if these daily humiliations and sacrifices mean something, are tallied by the ones who keep the books. Tomorrow we pick up where we left off. Sleep tight. Sleep deep. Sleep the sleep of the successful because somehow you made it through the day without anyone finding out that you are a complete fraud. — Colson Whitehead

I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up. — Bruce Chatwin