Prescotts Ford Quotes & Sayings

It is hard for one man to beat an army," Danil said.
"But not impossible," Baradar answered. — Jameson Currier

There's more danger in the violence you don't face. — Michael Ondaatje

Grace of God in bestowing this gift is most free. It was what God was under no obligation to bestow: he might have rejected fallen man, as he did the fallen angels. It — Jonathan Edwards

I have this desire to keep improving, so I find fault. — Heston Blumenthal

he merged his group with the small Imperial Fascist League to form the Union, which changed its name in 1936 to the British Union of Fascists and National Socialists. When the war began, its leaders were arrested and locked away. — Joshua Muravchik

There are some things I don't like, about which I think, well, that's me. But coriander is a giant hoax perpetrated by a perverted society. — Stephen Fry

Young people are always demanding respect instead of trying to earn it. In my day, respect was something to strive for. Something to be given, not taken. — Helen Simonson

I've been watching what I eat. When I was putting on all the weight, I was drinking Guinness and not eating. I didn't have room to because I was drinking all the time. — Robbie Williams

Miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, — Ransom Riggs

If you want to show a picture, just show it - don't spend too much time arranging it. — Peter Eisenman

The present Constitution, with a few alterations of a trifling nature, is just as good as we want; and if it is sustained on this land of Joseph, it will be done by us and our posterity. — Brigham Young

The only sure path is to live consciously, moment to moment, as you let go of the outcome. — Charlotte Kasl

I am not living the American Dream; I am living the American fantasy. — Frank McCourt

I could fall in love with Dallas Winston," she said. "I hope I never see him
again, or I will. — S.E. Hinton

I open my mouth to, I don't know, apologize again maybe. But he takes my face in his hands and presses his forehead to mine. And he's so close that I can feel his little warm breaths, and all I know is that when he draws his next breath, I want to get sucked in.
Our lips touched, almost as soft as not touching at all. Then they press closer to each other, draw back uncertainly, touch again. There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away. — Lauren DeStefano