Pg 257 Quotes & Sayings

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel. — John Keats

Watching Abby own my brothers
hand after hand was turning me on. I'd never seen a woman so sexy in my life, and this one happened to be my girlfriend.-pg 257/ARC — Jamie McGuire

Wouldn't it be great if life was only Legos? If we could give our kids the right, simple building blocks? — Chris Bent

I gave up accounting. I went in for about six months writing ad copy. I was fired from that, and then another guy and I did a kind of poor man's Bob and Ray kind of syndicated radio show. Then I decided to stick it out and see what happened. I'd give it a year, a year became two years, and then two years became three years, and then along came the record album. — Bob Newhart

When you make a mistake, there are only three things you should ever do about it: 1. Admit it. 2. Learn from it, and 3. Don't repeat it. — Bear Bryant

Fuel prices are at the center of our lives. They affect our ability to travel, stay warm, and feed ourselves. — Robert Kiyosaki

No son wishes to see his son less powerful than himself. — Hilary Mantel

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Time is of your own making;
Its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
Time too stops dead. — Angelus Silesius

Is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but not from an individual - he is a — Mark Twain

Westray sat down near the door, and was so engrossed in the study of the building and in the strange play of the shafts of sunlight across the massive stonework, that half an hour passed before he rose to walk up the church.

A solid stone screen separates the choir from the nave, making, as it were, two churches out of one; but as Westray opened the doors between them, he heard four voices calling to him, and, looking up, saw above his head the four tower arches. "The arch never sleeps," cried one. "They have bound on us a burden too heavy to be borne," answered another. "We never sleep," said the third; and the fourth returned to the old refrain, "The arch never sleeps, never sleeps."

As he considered them in the daylight, he wondered still more at their breadth and slenderness, and was still more surprised that his Chief had made so light of the settlement and of the ominous crack in the south wall. — John Meade Falkner