Prezent Quotes & Sayings

You are your own journey. — A.D. Posey

Some of the men were dressed like Peter and wore red plaid hunting jackets or bulky tan Carhartt jackets or lined flannel shirts, and all of those men were wearing jeans and work boots. Some of the men wore ski jackets and hiking boots and the sort of many-pocketed army green pants that made you want to get out of your seat and rappel. Some of the men wore wide-wale corduroy pants and duck boots and cable0knit sweaters and scarves. It was a regular United Nations of white American manhood. But all the men, no matter what they were wearing, were slouching in their chairs, with their legs so wide open that it seemed as though there must be something severely wrong with their testicles. — Brock Clarke

Her first impression had been that he was ugly - huge and gangly with eerie transparent eyes. But when he'd smiled at her, lights danced across those blue eyes like sparkles on a river, and she'd seen beauty in his unfamiliar features. How could anyone with a smile that warm be evil or untrustworthy? After she got over her initial fear, she even found the man's size appealing and powerfully masculine. Fireflies flitted and glowed in her stomach whenever their eyes met. — Bonnie Dee

Sometimes I need a place to ask myself impossible questions. — Davis Bunn

An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up. - Proverbs 12:25 — Sue Birdseye

Even though the ship may go down, the journey goes on. — Margaret Mead

Who can hope for nothing, should despair for nothing. — Seneca The Younger

Religion is so much more than the god you pray to. The religion that you associate with, it's culture, it is family, it is background. That is something that I have always grown up with. — Aasif Mandvi

Young men, I beseech you earnestly, beware of pride. Two things are said to be very rare sights in the world - one is a young man that is humble, and the other is an old man that is content. I fear that this is only too true. — J.C. Ryle

Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered through the evening gloom like the dust floating in the air. — Haruki Murakami