Roszi Frank Quotes & Sayings

Discipline is the soul of an army. — George Washington

The secret to it all is just to enjoy what you're doing. This is not working at the coal face, this is not sweeping behind a restaurant. It's work, but it's not work. It gives me a different type of energy. I'm grateful for that. — LL Cool J

It's through our past, that we gain our Future. BW. 2006 — Brandi Winans

Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender. — Diana Gabaldon

Fear is never a reason for quitting; it is only an excuse. — Norman Vincent Peale

Ronald Reagan is the first modern President whose contempt for the facts is treated as a charming idiosyncrasy. — James David Barber

She was beautiful, and I was so, so desperately in love with her.
Her chin jerked up, and she sucked in a breath, eyes widening.
Okay, I may have actually thought that last bit at her.
You did. A small smile split her lips. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Just accept you're drinking from the fire hose and open wide. — John Scalzi

I'm not leaving you. Not going it alone. Not looking at the memory of you everytime I close my eyes. — Charles Martin

If you're lucky you find your way into a spiritual community and you start to find the great teachers of all the ages who said the same thing. There's only love, you're made of love. — Anne Lamott

I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept. — Charles Bukowski

I think of her every time I judge myself or someone else too harshly. How do we really know the worth of our work? It's not our job to judge the worth of what we offer the world, but to keep offering it regardless. You might never know the true worth of your efforts. Or it could simply be too soon to tell. — Regina Brett

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte