Polly Gray Quotes & Sayings

I know it feels like it, but you're not alone in your pain. Shed it. Write a story. And we'll tell you that our pain is the same. — Ksenia Anske

The simple shepherds heard the voice of an angel and found their Lamb; the wise men saw the light of a star and found their Wisdom. — Fulton J. Sheen

You should enjoy every seconded for reading"- Ayah — Ayah

He looked like he wanted to lean down and kiss me ... YES! ... Come on!!! ... A little more ... more ... just a little closer ...
What's your favorite dog? Gunner asked as he pulled back and stood away from the door. — Kelly Elliott

I know a lot about a few things - mostly useless things. — Mo Rocca

At several such places we landed, but always found the ascent to the interior so covered with large loose rocks that it would have been impossible to have disembarked stores or stock on any. — George Grey

Writing anything is a treason of sorts. — Anthony Bourdain

And for heaven's sake don't play Bach," ordered Randy. "It's so jumpy for today." Rush — Elizabeth Enright

The profits follow, and if we have remembered that, they have never failed to appear. — George W. Merck

People say the war in Iraq is a bad war, and the war in Afghanistan is a good war, but what's the difference between them? Democratic people around the world cannot accept that this is a good war. This is just endless war. — Malalai Joya

I'm lucky because I have so many clashing cultural, racial things going on: black, Jewish, Irish, Portuguese, Cherokee. I can float and be part of any community I want. — Rashida Jones

Let us take care of our rights and we therein take care of our prosperity. Slavery is ever preceded by sleep — John Dickinson

Polly Jefferson rolled off her left arm, which had gone numb from the full weight of her body for the previous several hours that she had been asleep. She tapped her fingers on her leg, feeling the pins and needles, and looked at the clock, which blinked 6:30 in lurid red LCD. Instinctively she craned her head towards the other side of the bed, but she knew already what she would find there. The sheets were rumpled but empty and cold, and her husband's briefcase, which had been leaning against the dresser the night before, was gone. He had already left for London. — C.A. Gray

Of course, once you had yanked Conan the Barbarian's sword out of a book to fight off a rabid weresquirrel, "impossible" lost a lot of its punch. — Jim C. Hines

20 See the naive characterization of Backe in J. K. Galbraith, 'Germany was Badly Run', Fortune (December 1945), 177. — Anonymous

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure. — Wendell Berry