Ricing Potatoes Quotes & Sayings

It only takes a minute to cause hurt but sometimes a lifetime to repair. Be careful with your words and actions. — Rhonda Byrne

After making a mistake or suffering a misfortune, the man of genius always gets back on his feet. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Nothing soulful is birthed from force. — Cheryl Richardson

We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys. — Owen Feltham

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us. — David Whyte

My father represented authority, which meant - to me - that he could not also represent understanding. — William Maxwell

Your best creative assets do not occur unless you do a mental shift. You have to be in a positive frame of mind because inspiration is fleeting. I walk to work for inspiration and to clear my mind. — Ron Ben-Israel

How could I have let you do any of those things when I've never even seen your face? When I don't even know your name?"
"That may be true," he said quietly, "but for just a moment there, I would have sworn you knew my heart. — Teresa Medeiros

Kilorn shoulders his way to my side, separating us before I can tell Cal my strength and my ability are all I'm sure of now. The electricity in my veins might be the only thing I trust in this world. I — Victoria Aveyard

In the last years of the nineteen-eighties, I worked not at startups but at what might be called finish-downs. Tech companies that were dying would hire temps - college students and new graduates - to do what little was left of the work of the employees they'd laid off. — Jill Lepore

He wasn't a pretty boy, his nose was crooked and his grin lopsided, but he had that square-jawed, salt-of-the-earth handsome look that made a girl think of loose-hipped cowboys and demanding Scottish Lairds. And speaking of Scottish Lairds, old mate was a redhead. Usually gingers weren't her scene but this guy's hair was the rich coppery-auburn of a fox's pelt. It gleamed like rose gold under the floodlights, his short beard the exact colour as the stuff on his head. Big Red was doing it for her. Big time. And apparently, the feeling was mutual. — Eve Dangerfield