Ruttencutter History Quotes & Sayings

We found letters at the house we bought from a sailor to his wife who lived in the house. He went down to the Caribbean on this trader vessel, bringing down salted fish. There would be handwritten letters, but also telegrams, saying which ports he was in. And he'd be gone for three months. That was just the way it is. — Michael Winter

Thirty seconds can be very long sometimes. Long enough to work a miracle or a revolution. — L.M. Montgomery

Having been raised in a multiethnic and multifaith united India, he lost many of his childhood friends. Those who now belonged to the "wrong" faith were forced to immigrate to India; others left for England. — Maajid Nawaz

Bones smiled. Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work. — Jeaniene Frost

When I was younger, I thought LisaRaye sounded so country, but I've come to really appreciate my family-given name. I was named after my father, David Ray McCoy, and I'm totally a daddy's girl. — LisaRaye McCoy-Misick

Have you been smoking something? Seriously, I think you're a werewolf. This new snarky attitude is a dead giveaway."
"And vampires aren't snarky?" Kylie rolled her eyes.
"No, we're pissy. Snarky and pissy are two totally different things. — C.C. Hunter

We were worried about that actually. The cast was thinking that they'd lose their minds. But we didn't. — Erika Christensen

Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. — C.S. Lewis

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. — William Wordsworth

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love? — Stephen King