Pistolul Steyr Quotes & Sayings

I hate how long it takes to feel radical, militantly maternal self-acceptance. — Anne Lamott

On sentry duty with Hazel, he would try to take his mind off it. He loved spending time with her. He asked her about growing up in New Orleans, but she got edgy at his questions, so they made small talk instead. Just for fun, they tried to speak French to each other. Hazel had some Creole blood on her mother's side. Frank had taken French in school. Neither of them was very fluent, and Louisiana French was so different from Canadian French it was almost impossible to converse. When Frank asked Hazel how her beef was feeling today, and she replied that his shoe was green, they decided to give up. Then Percy Jackson had arrived. Sure, Frank had seen kids fight monsters before. He'd fought plenty of them himself on his journey from Vancouver. But he'd never seen gorgons. He'd never seen a goddess in person. And the way Percy had controlled the Little Tiber - wow. Frank wished he had powers like that. — Rick Riordan

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest ... was not so modest. — Richelle Mead

[All the ancient wisdom] tells us that work is necessary to us, as much a part of our condition as mortality; that good work is our salvation and our joy; that shoddy or dishonest or self-serving work is our curse and our doom. We have tried to escape the sweat and sorrow promised in Genesis - only to find that, in order to do so, we must forswear love and excellence, health and joy.
(pg. 44, "The Unsettling of America") — Wendell Berry

But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, "Why do they have holes in their dresses?"
"I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw. — Lisa Kleypas

That other saying, I'm a part of all that I have met, I think that would have to begin with my wonderful parents back in Atlanta when I was a youngster five years old I was tongue tied. — Ernie Harwell

Let go of your past, and look to Mine, where I died for you. Yield to Me, and I will make you a true Knight of the Prince. — Chuck Black

One of the signs of a dysfunctional narrative is that we cannot leave it behind, and we cannot put it to rest, because it does not, finally, give us the explanation we need to enclose it. — Charles Baxter