Reichenbacher Tucson Quotes & Sayings
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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation. — John Vianney
As night falls silently all around,
She carefully turns the last page. — Rachel Lewis
Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive? — Kim Harrison
The Black was looking out on the open sea; his ears pricked forward, his thin-skinned nostrils quivering, his black mane flowing like windswept flame. Alec could not turn his eyes away; he could not believe such a perfect creature existed. — Walter Farley
We may meet again; the world is not after all so very large a place." He — Naomi Novik
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. — James Baldwin
Heaven may be
only the mind's fear of the wonders it imagines. — Deborah Digges
The rainy winter days passed quickly. Thanksgiving came and not long afterward Christmas vacation. Ramona missed Daisy, who went with her family to visit her grandparents. When she returned, the girls spent an afternoon dressing up Roberta in the clothes she had received for Christmas. Roberta was agreeable to having a dress pulled over her head, her arms stuffed into a sweater, her head shoved into caps. She enjoyed the girls' admiration. She was not so happy about a pair of crocheted slippers with ears and tails that looked like rabbits, a gift from Howie's grandmother, who enjoyed crocheting. Roberta did not care for the slippers. — Beverly Cleary
Without being sure of something, we can not begin to think about everything elses — Kathryn Schulz
Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books had no real existence in our world. Like seeds in the beak of a bird waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. they lie dormant hoping for the chance to emerge.They want us to give them life. — John Connolly
