Porch Railing Quotes & Sayings

As an introvert, you crave intimate moments and deep connections--and those usually aren't found in a crowd. — Jenn Granneman

Do you smoke, Herr Cabal?"
"Only to be antisocial," replied Cabal, making no move. — Jonathan L. Howard

Awakening is a bound, not weighted down with the past that inculpates the present and demands compensation from the future, a bound out of the drunkenness of remorse and resentment. Awakening is a commencement. It is a point of departure. We come alive; we become alive
to the dragonfly, to the twisted grain of the porch railing. Awakening is a birth. Awakening is joyous. The innocence of awakening, the active disconnection from the past, make possible this joy. How good to be alive! How refreshing is this silence! How calm the morning is! How pungent it smells! In every joy there is an awakening. — Alphonso Lingis

Last Saturday he set out to fix a screen upstairs. He went to the basement to get some nails. Downstairs he saw that the workbench was a mess, so he started organizing the workbench. Then he needed some pegboard to hang up the tools, so he jumped into the car and went to buy the pegboard. At the lumber yard he saw a sale on spray paint, so he bought a can to paint the porch railing and came home totally unaware that he hadn't gotten the pegboard, that he had never finished sorting out the work bench, and that he had started out to fix the broken screen, which we really needed fixed. — Thomas E. Brown

Now," he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. "It's your turn."
"Tease. — Shaye Evans

When service members are discharged, we should express our gratitude for their profound personal sacrifice, not hand them a bill for their hospital food. — Barbara Boxer

I have fruit trees. Cows for fresh milk, yoghurt. My own wheat. I'm basically self-sufficient. — Imran Khan

Until my legs break off or I get paralyzed, I can play this way. It helps me be me. — Metta World Peace

I am originally from Florida. So Thanksgiving was always something I really looked forward to, because I got to travel back home every year and see everyone all at once, around one big happy table. — Troy Gentile

Oh, there's a them now. — Nick Wilde

Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes. — Andre Alexis

I can honestly say I've never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is. — David Levithan

Tas pulled himself up over the porch railing with the skill of a burglar. The kender slipped over to the door and peered up and down the bridge-walk. Seeing no one on it, he motioned to the others. Then he studied the lock and smiled to himself in satisfaction. The kender slid something out of one of his pouches. Within seconds, the door of Tika's house swung open. "Come in," he said, playing host. — Margaret Weis

He was reading with his mouth open, and he didn't hear me walk across the porch and sit down on the railing opposite his chair.
I kicked his chair with the toe of my shoe. "Stop reading, Mac," I said. "Put down that book. Entertain me." He was reading Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises. — J.D. Salinger

Doubt thou the stars are fiew,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love. -Fern — Amy Harmon

The goal of Christian mission is not success, but faithful witness; not power, but proclamation; not technique, but truth; not method, but message. — Michael Horton

There is a method to the madness of James Patterson's success. Co-writing with him is a terrific learning experience, particularly in the art of crafting a perfect thriller. The collaboration also gives me an opportunity to access a wider global audience. — Ashwin Sanghi

To the little girl the house seemed a gigantic head, and she only a morsel of meat conveniently positioned in its gaping mouth. The front porch was that grinning mouth, the white porch railing its lower teeth, the ornamental wooden frieze above its upper teeth, the painted wicker chair on which she perched its green wagging tongue. Frances sat and rocked and wondered when the jaws would clamp shut. — Michael McDowell