Robert Besley Quotes & Sayings

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being
surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.") — Cate Tiernan

Not going back is fine.
Not going back but occasionally visiting might be best.
Not going back but remembering so you don't see the same view twice.
Not going back so you can turn a new page, write a new chapter, develop an entire new list.
Not going back so you can stretch and grow and see yourself in a light that you never knew existed.
Not going back so that you can fly. Fly. — Kris Radish

I hate metaphors. That's why my favorite book is Moby Dick. No frou-frou symbolism. Just a good, simple tale about a man who hates an animal. — Ron Swanson

It is a dreadful thing when you see religious people blundering out of one dishonor into another; they have not believed in the power of our Lord to make them blameless. The lives of some professing Christians are a series of stumbles; they are never quite down, and yet they are seldom on their feet. This is not a fit thing for a believer; he is invited to walk with God, and by faith he can attain to steady perseverance in holiness; and he ought to do so. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

.. a string of coincidence is not a coincitence. — Eleanor Catton

The oversize jar that held Regan's collection of beach glass was stored at the back of his closet, shoved there years ago because, like so much else in the house, it triggered bad memories. But as he pulled it out and carried it downstairs, the edges of his dark mood lifted for the first time all day. The sweet, generous side of Regan's nature would have loved passing on her precious beach stones to Livia, one little girl to another.
As he descended the stairs that his sister had raced up and down a dozen times a day, something brushed past him. Something warm. Invisible. He stopped where he was and shut his eyes, the glass jar cool in his hands, his sister's face vivid in his mind.
Regan smiling at him. A smile that said Be happy. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips